GDP - Quintuplets [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Ya catch the back last from paragraph
Laugh and its little rapper trash
Got the powdered bags stashed in the caravan
I sneeze on cats like there’s dandruff in their fur
They leave it up to their manager to do the work
Might have some punch lines but i dont see the fire in her eye
They think life is eddy murphy party all the time
So let the vocals ...(?)
Crystal clear on his mic, but crystal meth on his mind
Record labels got more up their sleeves than just dirty arms
Its a disconcerting mob
Everybody wanna be rappers and talk about themselves like superheros
Ur group is a crutch and ur producers a wierdo
Got room to grow, whered your career go?
No where, cause u sound the same u did years ago...

King of the underground

Every song is like album, each albums sacred
The word play makes sense in ways that can't be explained
So just play that, funky…funky
Its crunk butter bubble gum sucker MC’s
Get left like the bodies exhibit
Knows karate plus a shotty and biscuit
Brass knuckles, switch blade, swiss army, a kitchen
A stiletto a screwdriver and some scissors
Hit the lab all winter, new jams
And we can battle if you wanna get embarrassed in front of your friends
Got your chicken head all impressed
Punch her in the titty, down shifting in a benz
She come on stage and then I came on stage. Run trains like (?)

Black like Obama

GDPs like the dark side of the force, on the dark side of the moon
Spark the dark side of the spoon, put it on the far side, shoot…
Hand me a tie, she keeps passing me by
I’m never getting a job and I’m never going to die
Married to the game of quintuplets
She doesn’t listen to know one, doesnt respect nothin
Young kids be like GDP, I relate to you (thanks)
I tell em that’s what happens when you pay your dues
There's some things that money can’t buy
And for everything else there's armed robbery and homicide
The king is some shit some folks don’t even know about
But the few who do feel honored just to smoke us out
Gold label on the house no doubt
Girls book me in their towns just to put me in their worthless mouths…


We smoked an L

Useless. Useless, useless. Pistol Pete, Slangcorp, run for mother fucking cover, literally, lit-trally, litrally. Aoi