Joe Pass - Can't Touch Me (Versace remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hahahaha you know I had to go over this one right?
(OK)
Just got the mic back
Don't even have the right headphones and shit but fuck it!
Shoutout Drake!

[Verse 1]:

Versace Versace, shut the fuck up you prolly rocking Ed Hardy
You say you got respect money swag and bitches hahahaha ha ha hardly
Ya girl is a 5 in the face, divide that in 2 for her body
Your taste is so tasteless and you try to hard - definition of gaudy
If you ain't heard of Puff Puff Pass by now you're tardy
It's a buncha people standing in a room, once I show up then it's a party
Ya crew is so weak my people's enlightened that's why we love life
We turn up right every night, cause we know we might not have this chance at life twice
I'm smoking and drinking like I don't enjoy having lungs or liver
Even when I'm blackout drunk they ask me to spit and of course I deliver
These rappers are whack, their lyrics are weak, their flows are so sloppy
My demo goes hard I'm looking at yo' disc and it seems so floppy
Might snap it in two I'm through with you and your crew you can screw
Your squad backs up your lies and hypes you up you a fraud and we knew
You perform in your town, can't get the crowd going, walkin' the stage awkwardly
All yo' songs don't sound right your skills are quite flawed I do this shit properly
You ain't so hot, you rot while I'm working on my newest plot
I let the beat drop, sip slow and tip toe to the tip top
I can't and won't stop I don't flop, I work like no other
Make these looney toons each day I should've warned a brotha
Can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me
Defending my title and kicking ya fucking ass like I'm taking karate
Take my time with mine I'll get there one day there's no hurry
My tracks always coming out perfect, so tell me why the fuck would I worry?

[Hook]:

Can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me
You cannot touch me
Can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me
Can't touch me
You-you can't touch me

[Verse 2]:

So many J's on my feet I should get a fat check pay for promoting
So many J's sparked up I'm reaching my peak, I'm smoking and floating on potent
I always feel great can't remember a day when I felt like shit
I took my focus off this fucked up physical world and found my spirit
Now I'm living in truth, seeing through the all bullshit and illusions
Got my head on the right track no more jealousy fear or useless confusion
One day I hopped outta bed and said "Fuck it! I'mma musician"
Etrou provides the beats, says go right ahead and gives me permission
Gimme a pen and some paper I'll make your dreams dissapear I'mma magician
I'm killing the rap game and all hope you had, someone call in a mortician
You don't set any standards, I only fuck with people who got that ambition
This shit is so fun when you look around and see that there's no competition
I pull out the drawer labeled 'Rap Game' and throw on a smile
Why do I do that? Cause I check all the folders and all I see is my file
Dip into my rhymes, I’m hot; now watch me get all this fondue
Cheesin' as I'm pleasing everyone basking in all compliments and reviews
Show them to my boys and they say god damn this dude's going off
Show them to my girls and they say gimme yo dick it should not be soft
Had some fun with rum, getting laid while my music is played
She see that I'm packing heat and finally found out just how much the D weighed
She get down to the ground, her hairs fucked up, rug stains on her knees
She hopped on my bar and learn the ropes; I call that shit there trapeze
Artist your doing your thing but we know I'm the hardest
Showing off my skills for free so give me one reason why I should ever be modest
I'll brag and destroy every beat 'till I'm sitting on a couple mills
Please keep the hate coming, all it does is help push me uphill
Go over a beat so dirty I kill it, I'm in it to win it
Spit for a minute, the silhouette of the next rap threat I bet you I fit it

[Hook]

[Outro]:

Now this is just in my fucking bedroom
No engineer, no mixer
Just me and this mic chasing dreams and pissing off haters
More tracks to come!

Can't touch me you-you can't touch me