LeGit - Some Boring Shit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Feliz Sabado... New Shit Saturday

Verse 1
And if you don't fuck with Jazz, then this is probably some boring shit..
Elevating music, you're as high as New Orleans is..
Buzzing like the Hornets kid..
Check the Charlotte Coliseum for future performances..
Manning up like the offspring of Archie Jr..
I mean.. Eli is my brother, plus I'm coming out my shell like koopa
Slicker than Richard the Ruler, plus my flow is scuba
Diving for a barracuda somewhere near the bermuda..
Isosceles.. and no, a red octagon is not stopping me
If you ain't get that, you're probably failing Geometry
Renaissance x 2008ighties the comradery..
Hip-hop honoree.. Rap Sean Connery
Them stakes is pretty high.. need that A-1 quality
Won't stop until them niggas at the top start toppling..
Coming sooner than oklahoma mascots.. honestly
I'm tryna blow up to the point Al-Queda wanna sponsor me
But yo shit flop like open toes on the hottest beach
I'm hotter than the devil wearing Prada in Nevada, g..
Or hotter than Gomorrah.. minus the Sodomy..
See.. cash is the greatest.. word to Muhammad we..
Just here to school yall.... see this is higher learning..
Yall on that bull, dog.. shoutout to South Suburban
I'm on some old shit.. I'm probably drinking bourbon..
Preferably Wild Turkey... please do not disturb me

Verse 2
I said I always had drive... even via the backseat
Lax as a lacrosse match, faster than a track meet..
Sick as a disease, labels tryna contract me..
But they better be talking that Benjamin Bernanke
Thats.. federal reserve notes chilling in my wallet..
Corny niggas in my ear amaze me.. dawg, stop it
Cause they don't get the picture, till you fucking Cash Crop it
So I'm painting dollar bills, trying not to jag profits
Like Reverse Roman Catholics...
I lent you that style.. Don't be lying to the masses
That shit is blasphemous..
Flow is holy as if, I recorded this in Nazareth
Resurrected Lazarus and Gibson called me passionate
See you niggas don't know what Passion is
I rattle ears.. tired of playing background like ad-libs..
I have no fears, trust nothing that comes from Adam's ribs
Music's what my madame is... At your neck like lavaliers...

Verse 3 (La VanGogh)

Wonder rhymer shit.. me and my conglomerates
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in a line of shit
Kurt Vonnegut
Paying homage while bombing with some old Common Shit
And a Nostradamus Kit
Its Mr. Make a song with No Hook..
Like all I throw is uppercuts and jabs in my Notebook
A reference to punchlines gets passed with a no look
Thief's Theme, I know crooks
A lot of cats try to crossover but they so shook
Stanley Steemer my flows the cleanest
I got a lotta class my flows the deanest..
You ain't seen this?
Fuck the government. Because they cons like Chaka
Call me Big Poppa, blow ya block up
Extended lock up
The Gold Chain Rocker, Mr. Knickerbocker
The Quick-aim, spit flame, kick game proper
Its dopeness, pure sickness
A verse of sixteen from me? induces a positive piss test
Its like.. Married women, can't miss this
With a mistress, sentence begins indented
Most rappers suck at this..
But I'm so def
I suggest you complete your bucket list
Before you fuck with this
Now fuck with it