I.O.D. - Melting Clocks & Baby Steps [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I see them clocking my pockets, I best pocket stress
Before your homie ends up pocketless, apocalypse
All the fame and the success is on the come up
This good music 'bout to bring a cruel summer
Her pussy tun up like the volume when they play my shit
Bumping through your beats puffing loud from a Jamaican strip
Wack rappers, Jamaican me sick
4/20 friendly, acting like it ain't deadly
But you can't even breath through 5 minute medley
Fuck it, Here's another melody
No empathy for the enemy, Jealousy is the penalty
And dreadfully that ruins my longevity
I'm so scenic, I seen it before these birds played it
Your flows bulimic and your whole style's regurgitated
Wack niggas acting like you Tumblr famous
You a real life nobody, the beats the flow body, Lawd

[Verse 2]
So stellar, Beast without the hype
I do it acapella Ima beast without the mic
So best believe we feasting out tonight
Despite the slight delight I feel I'm stopping for no one cause this shit is real
I'm... Will Smith-ing it Your just hitchhiking
Dig holes, Ig hoes, Igniting
The kid lightning damn I'm moving to fast
Bloggers hold your flash I don't wanna whip your ass now
I'm cracking crackers with the crack again
People really think my name's a fucking acronym
Riding in the same whip Michael Jack was in
And we bout to bring him back and turn him black again
Yea you know a, She constrict the boa
I snap that ass back snapback got the T.O.A.H
Thoughts of a grown up I told them not blink
Black American Pharaoh bout to buy my ass a sphinx

[Verse 3]
If your money getting shorter You should go and see a shrink
Barney's was imaginary now we wearing minks
Purple greens of that THC
The Chronic got me wondering how Dre got a Ph.D
I be looking like the one and only Brooklynite
Walking in my shell toes 'bout to raise hell
New car, New god flow, Didn't need the smell
Billionaire boy this shit is Pharell
Try to kill me in the beginning just to love me in the end
I just focus on the winning I don't focus on no spins
How a youngin' now stuntin' when he never had nothing
Man it's all in the construction like a fucked up pair of tims
I need a renaissance broad with the henna on the arm
Higher echelon bars, Spenders with no splendor
Thats mixxy with no blender
Thats pussy with no gender
And they tryna get high
Fry with no bender?