Maxx 39 - Slam (Ratchet & Clank) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

9. Slam (Ratchet and Clank)

(Jimmy Carter)
Snap your fingers

(Maxx 39)
Attention

Attention

Yo
Acting smacked again, blacked out on the mattress
Walking in the hallway is the only time I passed my classes
To the masses added, mass appeal, Maxx is sealed
Ask If real, you will be asked to match an identity patch for catching steal
If rats will squeal, I overdose on their raps for real
So many caps and claps of steal, you need to ask the director
If your handshake ain’t firm, and you ain’t looking me in the eye
Then you don’t breathe breaths of Kings, read the restless wings
On his exit scheme, on his next regime, ride rough like X's Team
I flex and scream just to get a smell of the mic
Propel if you like but I know one day Imma’ the bestest thing
As if your toddler said it, odd raps get a platinum black card with credit

Take risk for once, so what if we got a wrist to jump
These dudes ain’t got a fist to pump; in fisticuffs you ain’t sick as us
Now you can go ahead and act like a tough guy
While I do Diddy untruthfully, puff lai

I ain’t upset, I’m just board, so, I sing them the war
A dirty mind bent in a hurried time sense
I rhyme quenched, sipping granddaddy’s brandy
All of your beats are candy. I understand that these ratchets can’t stand me
Boundaries matched up like a mack truck for those fat fucks
Money track 1 through 12 then a break
Now when was it acceptable for making all those drug raps fake
I told you stupid mother suckers, you just making a mistake
Here and there you hear song for the bitches
Then we go in the same studio and sang about our riches
Yo, we put the lord in our albums, like we praising for real
Then we go back in the same booth and start raising the steal?
“I’ll put a hole in his head”, said the rapper man
But we all know that that man don’t know how to clap a man, stuck in a traffic backwards jam
I swindle words; rekindle nerves on a spindles third
Spin on my gene pool, I bring jewels like OC
I blow heat and go deep on females no nosebleeds
The King Son like Kofi, burn a forest after I grow trees
Now you can go ahead and act like a tough guy
While I do Diddy untruthfully, puff lai

(Jimmy Carter)
Damn son I’m so Versace’d up in this ma’fucker son
I’m so Versace’d up my name should be Gianni ma’fucker

(Maxx 39)
I guess this Is where the…the catchy hook goes
So lets figure something out, yo yo

I got 17 bitches In the club with me
Got 17 bitches In the club with me

Hold up, hold up

Yeah boy, I’m balling on a budget
Yall a bunch of rainbows-Old school Denver Nuggets
Yeah boy, I’m baling on a budget
Yall a bunch of rainbows-Old school Denver Nuggets

Uh
I’m busting guns that don’t exist
I’m doing a bunch of drugs that don’t exist
I’m bumping mad females that don’t exist
I got rap skill, but it don’t exist

Yeah boy, I’m baling on a budget
Yall a bunch of rainbows: Old school Denver Nuggets

Yo-yo, I got 17 bitches in the club with me, okay

Take risk for once, so what if we got a wrist to jump
These dudes ain’t got a fist to pump; In fisticuffs you ain’t sick as us
Now you can go ahead and act like a tough guy
Wait

Altercations with hating, got me waiting and creating
Kurt Cobain says, “Serve the Servants”
But the merchants are not deserving, I’m hurting
Smoking this and sipping that, prefer the merging
Early birds are so unheard of, it’s just the words that got me swerving
On bikes in Brooklyn, we all know, kick it like Ronaldo
Try to find Maxx 39, fuck Waldo
Hit the wall like Pink Floyd, my voice box is scratchy
Bumping Apace, next to a batch of greens and a female that’s to attaching

(JLynn Scratch Sample)
Classic Swag Is the Recipe
Classic
Classic

Classic Swag Is the Recipe

Classic Swag Is the Recipe

(Maxx 39)
What do you think the struggle Is man?
What do you think we standing for?
What do you think I’m standing for?
In a cold world you don’t think I stand for justice man?
Everything is fuck you, it’s always gon’ be that
Its your choice, to manifest out of the negative situations In your life
Mentally, physically, doesn’t matter
Once you find your Rhythm in your mind
For every Circumstance you come across
You will no longer, be living In F***