Kid Pharaoh - Gimme the Funk [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro)
Chronicles
Gimme the funk, gimme the funk
Gimme the funk, gimme the funk, uh
Gimme the funk, gimme the funk, uh
Yo bring the drums in
Mic check 1 2 1 2

(Hook)
Now let me say it one more time
Gimme the funk, gimme the funk, uh
(Gimme dat gimme dat)
Gimme the funk, gimme the funk, uh
(Gimme dat gimme dat)
Just gimme the funk, gimme the funk, yeah
(just gimme dat gimme dat)
All I need is that funk so just give me that funk, uh

(Verse 1)

Oh you like that, the way the drums clap, you know I does that
Kill the rap and the track, these wack rappers won’t make it back
You can go to where Satan at
Generic tracks gon' fade to black
I’m in the sky dropping tracks, better put on your safety cap
Pharaoh up in the spot, tryna get my name on the map
Stay kicking and spitting it and no I’m never done with that
I, give you that feeling you been missing
Hoping and wishing that one day you could re-visit, so listen, here it is
I’m back up on my grind, keep my eyes on the prize
My heartbeat's the metronome, so the rhymes stay on time
Time to rise and shine, stop sleeping on the youngin’
Ambition at it’s peak, can’t nobody beat me when I does it
My flow so hard, bruh your style is nothing
You can’t even go hard, erectile dysfunction
All these rappers out here, they got that lyrical impotence
Oblivious to the incident, they be sounding like idiots
Listen, my intuition predicting that if I keep persisting
I will reach the top position and keep it consistent
I'll get the cred’ I deserve, I'm turning heads, breaking they necks
I’m making em all look
So let's take em to the hook like

(Hook) x2

(Verse 2)
Lemme take it back to basics
Lemme just display the basics
Strip it back to the rap and the scratch of the turntables
Relax and enable, the sonics to enter your mental
Let your brain waves bathe in the vibe of the instrumental
I was, flipping syllables before I had credentials
I was re-writing this history with a Faber-Castell pencil
In the back of my pad while the teacher yapping ‘bout math
Shoulda told her shut yo trap, I’m tryna write these raps man
Back on the track killing these tracks like an assassin
Always rap about rapping man coz this rap shit is my passion
No compassion for these rappers making tracks with no attraction
Only focus on my craftin’, rest of y’all just distractions
In this game, I guess it’s my turn to play
Rappers got no bars like they outta the service range
Man, we don’t wanna hear that weak shit no more
You in show business? Bruh you ain't got no business to show
All this pressure on my shoulders like I was a back packer
Exterminating the population of these wack rappers
I'll get the cred I deserve, I'm turning heads, breaking they necks
Making em all look
Before I take em to the hook, look
A picture’s worth a thousand words, my words paint a thousand pictures
Anything is possible, my Chronicles about to hit ya

Now let me say it one more time

(Hook) x4