Malcolm Elliott - Detroit Lives [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Beginning: Kulture]

Aye Y'all niggas ain't even fucking
Really Detroit dog
Y'all niggas live in the 734 the 586
The fucking thing y'all got closest
To Detroit is a National Coney Island
Fuck y'all niggas
Y'all don't know what a real
Chilli cheese fry is

[Verse 1: OZE FLVSH]

Yo

Grab an Ives out the freezer
Pay the geezer
Pulled the lever
That was clever
Pay what's due before
This black beretta smoking

As a token of my good intentions
Here's a cup of potion
Bottom to the sky
And feel your third one
Start to open

Names Bone Saw
Rob lucci
Burn the gucci
Decked In Stussy
Fuck a floozy
Rather dick 'em down in two-sies

I don't fuck with
Rappers nowadays
Niggas kind of fruity
Just rap about my life
So niggas always call me loopy

Bitch I'm Luffy
With my feet up
At the crib on Raffle Island
Current king over the pirates
Eating noodles getting higher

In the cockpit with the pilots
So I'm flying dog
You flying man
I'm flying I'm a titan man
Name reaches the heavens

Just floating on a cloud
With a forest in my mouth
And I'm smoking all these trees
I got that northern hemi-loud
So hear me out

You mad irrelevant
Guess I'm playing pelican
Taller than the Nephalem
You niggas tiny next to him

Shot him full of sedatives
But that ain't take me down
I ain't stopping till I murdered
Every king and grab they crown

Melt 'em down and make a sword
Who's only rival is the lord
Devour planets when I'm bored
I'm Galactus with a skateboard

Grab the hovercraft I guess we
Gotta double back
Too many pussies talking shit
They draw realize they not a match

Hop they ass back in the whip
And leave some tracks
On top the grass
I pull my fucking hockey mask
I chase 'em down

And drag 'em back like



[Verse 2: Jody Watts]

Death on rival
To all of my rivals feeling spiteful
Might wanna climb up a World Trade Center
Stacked on 2 Eiffel's

Just to get as half as high as me
That's out of this world
Out of site also known as taking flight

I'm deadly like Newport's
Filled with Nicotine
Take this to the head
Till eyes are blood shot
Red like grenadine
I am a Dean

No wonder why
I'm schooling you niggas
Rappers got hand-me-down flow
They used and you took it

Biting my steelo
Salmonella bleeds
All in yo fucking mouth
Marking this is my territory dog
Detroit is my fucking yard bitch nigga

Go suck a dick through a straw
While searching for the nearest
Cliff to find and dive off

She pitching the pussy at me
Instantly I Barry Bonds
Knocking her off that pedestal
Reason why she enjoying
The fall that's cold

Not even in my prime
Like raw steaks
Raw state of mind
I'm a get mine
Told you I'm a get mine

Flux Can't even drop bombs
When I'm on I napalm
From now on
Go grab your apron
Whenever verses get served

This sentences engraving
Breaking the pavement
There is no box in my mind
So I can never think outside

When I'm 95 till infinity
And beyond
So forth and so on
So long been gone

Hip Hop never dead
Because Detroit
Lives through me

Mothafucka


[Verse 3: Kulture]

Yea

You know It's Kulture With a K

And uh We Live
You see

You see the pen touch the pad
And niggas be straight confused now
I'm running laps
On the track
You niggas on cool down

I'm on the Bell Isle bridge
And I land with my crew now
I'm finna do the Fm98
And chase these fools down

And Co-collect anything
That you niggas owe me
Because Detroit is my birth place
And a home to my homies

Word to the westside
Detroit still living in
We still getting money
Hella commas and dividends

Niggas start tripping
When they ears start listening
They see Detroit rappers like me
And start pissing
I'm a baller out of Michigan
Feeling like a Piston and I swear I'm on fire
Need to call the red engine in

Now I know I know
I ain't rapping bout fucking hoes
Wearing buffs selling white
Cause that's just how it fucking goes

But I make that type of music
That'll keep you on yo fucking toes
I'm from Detroit you get destroyed
You already fucking know


[Verse 4: B-Free]

Ooo I smell pussy
This for every nigga that
Doubted and overlooked me
From That D-Town
Killers who I be round
Yea it's B-Free
So you know I spit that freestyle

Fuck it I'm coming for necks
Nigga you know that I'm next
Got 'em all clutching they chest
Begging for features and features
In hopes that it leisures
That's how that you know
I'm the best

Nigga I been modelling
Been getting sponsorships
Took trips to colleges
All the things that compliment
My vision driven as an optimist

Goddamn Oh shit
Let me know if
My shines too bright
For you to focus

Rest in peace
To the game cause
I just killed this shit
Looking like the fresh prince
When I left the dealership

My mama ain't stressing
My brother been flexing
My daddy in question
Like why the hell would
You leave a family of blessings

So you could B-Free
How Ironic now I'm iconic
And way more frolic than a
Grown man's logic and
I'm just being honest

Niggas been talking 'bout me
Saying B-Free
Using the same damn flow
Saying I spit with a little bit
Of mix of Drake Big Sean and Gambino
Like nigga I know

You's a fan at heart
Lifted by my art
Just look at the charts
You see where it starts
And it will never end

We were never friends
Bitch it's evident
I was heaven sent
Put my fucking album
Around your necklaces

And put your hands together
For the realest one
You'll ever meet
Fuck it you'll just have to
Wait and see


[Verse 5: Santana Davinci]

Oh shit here we go
A young nigga
With a dream again
Another mothafucka
Born and raised
Inside of Michigan

A Detroit native
Potential of the greatest
With hopes of having every
Living soul out here debating

About what he be saying
Or how this nigga living
From the sound of all his songs
I can tell
This nigga been dealing

I'm tryna ball on you niggas
Without ever spending a cent
I'm tryna build a house man
Without ever flipping a brick

But these niggas wanna test me
I advice you keep your vest piece
I'm coming for necks legs arms
Any and everything

Put our shit
But never wanna claim it
Like it's Maury show
You set the bar high
I jump over it call me Mario

Oh man this music's
Been good to me
Spend my thoughts
Up on the track
In a version of poetry

Numb the thoughts in my mind
Fantasise about my dreams
And kill every single artist
That step to me verbally

Gold


[Narration: Kulture]

Yea mothafucka
It's Detroit Lives dog
If you ain't on this song
You not a good rapper

My nigga OZE FLVSH in this bitch
Jody Watts
My nigga Hav, Pharoah Soul
Nigga I'm Kulture

Shout out to my nigga Malcolm dog
We bouta show yall niggas
How Detroit do this shit



[Verse 6: Malcolm Elliott]

Yea

I'm a king. A young
Legend in the making
So tell 'em to make room
A pharaoh fresh out the tomb

The game needed surgery
Tell em I'm Dr. Doom
Tryna make my dream work
Like I'm fishing in the moon

That went over yo head
It's fine just hit rewind
You'll find that
In these lines
A Mine blew in ya mind

I'm tryna defy time
Hope I can define rhyme
Tryna pull up in a Royce
And I'm not even 5'9

Yea I'm kinda salty cause
My mans pumping
Gas at a shell
Caught a slug
Turned his ass to a snail

I write the type type bars have you
Thinking and double back
Don't bring yo girl around
I might like her and double-tap

This that natural disaster
I told you in the beginning
I'll turn these rappers to Casper
I got whatever you after

I'm captain Assassin
You napping
They hearing me rap
Then they changing they bracket
I'm closing the caption
Then closing they casket

The hatchet is buried
Then send 'em a basket
Of flowers
Next chapter is laughter
Cause after This natural
Disaster

I'm back in 'em Backwards
Then mapping the globe
Then I'm stacking the dough
They asking For a show
Make sure you Pass it
When you Packing the bowl

They told me making it
Was just a pipe dream
Man this track
Is filled with crack
And you might need
Yo pipe cleaned

I'm like Malcolm
I'm like Martin
I'm like Medgar
I'm like Marcus

I was waiting till
The time right
I finally arrived like

Look I'm not worried 'bout
Bodying no local rapper
My prize fish is much bigger
Man I want Yè
I want Jigga
Have Beyonce and Kim
Like we married the wrong nigga
Hit yo liver like some hard liquor

Listen you ain't nothing
But the pot that I piss in
A piston
Im looking and
Yo name ain't Listed

Devil want my soul
I ain't selling it
Radical poet
Call him Malcolm X
TS Eliot