Martin $ky - Not So Sweet Sixteen [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Martin $ky]
Here's my not so sweet sixteen, here's my not so sweet sixteen, nigga
Here's my not so sweet sixteen, here's my not so sweet sixteen, I'm finna spit it
Here's my not so sweet sixteen, here's my not so sweet sixteen, nigga
Here's my not so sweet sixteen, here's my not so sweet sixteen

[Verse 1: Martin $ky]
Uhh, A nigga hoppin fences
These niggas claim they getting tic but sittin on them benches
YMCA, MEMBER$ ONLY on replay
As I be cruisin rudely I'm pursuing on this freeway
I'm tryna get a buzz like I'm Lightyear
Walkin on this pavement to my destination while I'm rockin nice gear
You caught the word play then you got a nice ear
Bout to blast off from the pad homie I'm all clear
Niggas know my lyrics bring Ice like Sea Glow
The beat bang hard like I got the shit from Premo
Prepare for domination, I'm conquering up the windy city
Makin moves got a couple of these chickens with me
Heads turn when they see me on the microphone
Spittin out that fire flame, burnin up the metronome
I'm headed home with these foreign trees, gettin blown
Writin raps, I be chillin while a nigga gettin on

It's Martin $ky..

[Hook: Fonz-E Mak]
Uhn, this my not so sweet sixteen, this my not so sweet sixteen, wait
This my not so sweet sixteen, this my not so sweet sixteen, I'm finna kick it

[Verse 2: Fonz-E Mak]
Effort is worthless when crossing this wordsmith
I'm back kicking merciless verses, true story
No fiction, I'm fixin' to get it shaking, the wordplay is epileptic
Around some flashing lights its gonna get hectic
Lethal as weapons in the hands of that Danny Glover, aye tell Donald to duck if he acting childish
I'm grinding harder than thirty hits from Guile fists
Sonic boom in ya room, if you a coon hope you get scratched by a rac one
Turning collabs into Iraq son, this is war
Word life, you dudes rhymes be terd-like
But I ain't stopping til my level is bird, kite
Plane, etc, see team BC, must be
Seen on them tv screens, thats real rap
And we'll in fact, kill them tracks
Go Uma Thurman on them words and such
Dont worry so much
That's what I'm telling my suburban chick
Wandering the world, tryna found out what my purpose is
And maybe to this rap, I'm the perfect fit
Well I can with this, yeah
Fonz-E Mak is the name, boy....