Material Theory - Beware [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: eXceL]

I wanna hear respect in these niggas voices when they talk about us
I gave you fair warning nigga
I told you motherfuckers
This ain't no fucking joke nigga

[Verse 1: eXceL]

We got the famous hooks like Oscar De La Hoya
Leave these beats bruised up, like the eyes of LaToya
Jackson, I'm a warrior, Speedy Claxton
I be Jamie Foxx, all these other rappers Braxton
Leaving niggas on the floor for more, I'm sure
My status elevated like a cocaine spore, leave em'
High and dry like tides, but I be cleaner
Far from average, but couldn't get any meaner
Fuck an S3, I'm the greatest in the galaxy
Bodying anatomies, with lyrical fatalities
Got the crazed flow like pipes in an asylum
But I never lie
Smash your phones together, that's an iPhone 5
Can't even call for help, like your iPhone died
Siri said you hot? Well your iPhone lied
These labels tryna front like I'm not that guy
Like stuck up celebrities, they don't got no time
They just not gon' sign, a real motherfucker
They cannot see why
These other rappers similar to Chris gay Bosh
Tryna team with Wade and LeBron and think that they hard
But be softer than a fucking marshmallow on a pillow
Next to the bare ass of a baby with a willow in hand
I got blueprints, these niggas got plans
And wonder why I kill em, every way, every damn
Time the stepping forward, ain't no weapons that can short us
Passing judgement, but could never really court us
Put the metal to your face like Victor Von Doom
Or Tony Stark, Optimus Prime, I got the spark
And energon, to go on, on any song
I do belong, in catalogues, and plenty long
Lists of spits who shit, bringing them hits
Of rappers who box in the booth, spitting them fists on a rope
I hope they can cope

[Verse 2: Kfrxsh]

I heard em talking bout the present and the future
But niggas living in the past are only out to shoot ya
And I could tell you stories ‘bout rappers who never made it
40 years & still in the club sayin’ we made
All iced out, but jewelry is gold plated
Spent a thousand on ya clothes, ya style is outdated
Faded off the henny but that is an understatement
I been killing beats for years, but a nigga just underrated
I heard ya top 5, I probably wasn't one of em’
5 bad hoes & I bet you I'm fuckin 2 of em’
All ya favorite rappers I bet you I'm killing all of em’
Stunting on the gram, ya likes, you bought all of em’
Come on, why you acting like you living lavish
A 9 to 5 beat a jail sentence any day
Blowing all your cash, never saved for a rainy day
Open up the window let the rounds from the semi spray
A hollow tip’ll hit you a nigga first, call it Ray J
And it can't get no realer, never been a killer, but hang with gorillas
Style is on point, John Wall with fashion sense
That mean I ball & all you do is ride the bench
You see the clothes never make a man
You could wear a Gucci belt & still be a booty nigga
Broke niggas always be the flashiest with no swag
I wear a $20 dollar tee & probably still bag
Which ever girl, you be all up in her DM'S
I hate a lame nigga, I wouldn't wanna be em’