Maroons - Lester Hayes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One]
My beats bash
Pump the beat up, the competition bask
While I keep up with lyrics in a flash
Who creeped up?
Look my peeps up
They peep me getting busy breaking bad
Effortlessly, ripping the shit over stabs
Phrases are razor sharp, your dome gets slashed
On your cerebral cortex, I leave a gash that you never forget
Or leave alone in the past
Ripping the set at any fucking sound clash
Rocking the party, we arrive at long last
Repeatedly flowing whether it's seated or standing room only
Got all the tenderoni's just shaking that ass
Inspiring them to the microphone pass
Do like Moses and clear the path quick fast
Ruin the hopeless, I'm never losing my focus
I'm out to prove I'm the dopest and I could do it like that
Putting it all out on every fucking track
I shoot for the future but I'm going way back
I put it in your eye
I put it in your mouth
Put it in your brain like my joint was crack
I feel the hit coming, just brace for impact
Like you was tied to a railroad track
But ain't gonna be no running when I'm putting down the smack
Showing the wack what's lacking in this rapping in fact
I give to clapping, Quannum get to red packing 'em
You quarrelling then we attacking
Them shorts? They get to crapping
Them spots? They get to crackling, after that
We throwing them rhymes like cans and vicious attempts at jaw packing With jabs

[Hook]
Don't respond
Don't want none
Hold your temper, bite your tongue
Shining sun, burn like sun rays, stick up the days, Lester Hayes
Don't respond
Don't want none
Don't want to test where this virus from
Shining sun, burn like sun rays, stick 'em for days, Lester Hayes

[Scratching] {x4}
"Stick up"
Lester Hayes

[Verse Two]
My words crush
Go on the scene like an ill bum rush
Who list Lateef and the Chief, now what?
Don't jump back or you'll get smashed by the bass and the crash
Instead of kicking that butt
Act like you know, don't play idiot
Every show we straight blazing it up
Utilizing this microphone as a fire hose
That spits flames, steady flows and thrust
Bust like a cannon when the mic is touched
Rough like the surface of a bristle brush
Plus got the smooth linguistics
That'll get your girl caught up in a sticky situation, stuck
Blushing but still won't stop shaking that butt
Such a shame she got to giving that up
But such is the game of love
Still got to love it when you're playing cause the playing is good
I get it crunk
100% skills, no motherfucking luck
I represent real without passing a buck
All of the above over Chief Xcel's lush
Production with function and funk deluxe
And you should never try to compete when the force erupt
Cause the offense in our defense is so dangerous
We gonna stop ya abrupt
Take everything that we touch
Dropping that guy that you clutch
Gaffling your profits and such
Your chinstrap I pull up because the timing is tough
Your whole crew will get cut
Clean out your locker at lunch
We hit the suckers with bunches of power punches and hooks
We leave 'em lumpy, they can't even see which exit we took

[Hook]