MF Versace Kid - Infameezy's: Pass The Mic II [CONTEST] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm getting paper cuts off these papers
Good morning haters
Who spending cash
To bust their babies and all that day care
Saddam Hussein all you players
Who play with uncle Frasier
Who rap with no gat?
I am the mayor
Welcomed to a city
I carry pity
Running man, moonwalk
Through scab lands of my past
Get back if you ain't got some facts
Blast away that knowledge
You continue to frolic
This is catastrophic and this is
Catatonic if you're moving stop it
Drop your mic already
Just that honest when I spit my lines
From inside my mind
You spit with a white tongue
Trying to challenge mine
That defines to defy
You were never ready to read this book
The pages won't lie
This is twisted metal
Laughing at jeopardy
Sweet tooth not from the ghetto
Going to college
Cause I've been there ho
I've seen broke
When I went to thrifts stores
When we had a couple bucks
The day before
Was never in store
Mom was scared
She almost got deported
I had to fucking record it
Moments like that can leave you broken
Enough of me

Fuck about what you speak
Man ill murder you and the forensics team
Bar to bar till I break my teeth
Moving up till I get my speech
Fuck the hooks I'm writing books
About the looks, my shits got you shook
Yours bars so low
Figures why you're with a whore
I'm such a dick
I could give you a poke
Take it as a joke
Put it in your conscious
Till knocks your ass unconscious
Cautions never precautions
Never square up, you're just a rhombus
Always look down when you see me walking
Walk and talk, a walkie talkie
Block me from your Facebook
I can give a fuck about likes
You get attention from kids
And dykes on trikes
Must got you thinking
You got the light
You're far from it son
You're head ain't right
Someone screwed your bolts a little too tight

I entered a contest with no prophets and
Watch me gain the profit
All you rap about pussy and money
I rap about how much I've lost
And bitch I ain't got much to lose
I've been beaten up
What's another bruise
To a fucking moose
I fucking head butt you into a rebuttal
Turn yo ass into a puddle
Have you bitch come in it
Without a struggle
Make her suck it off, really humble
Motherfucker I should be
Exiting off the beat right now
Where's the beef right now?
People too sweet right now
Bout to light my Christmas trees
Have Smokey the bear blow a 3
People tell me who I'm dissing
Dissing hip hop till I feel love
Again, nothings been this relevant
Since the kick snare was in my residence
Back on time
Fucking kill your vibe
Back on time
Never circumcised
Back to tribes
Where you reside
You're too blind
Fucking dropping cyanide
In every line
Pedestrians cross
I got my sights
What's a fight
When your stance ain't right
To the mic I speak truth
To you pussy ass rappers
Y'all ain't helping the youth
Y'all got a broken tooth
Never smooth
Always in the booth
Preaching that shit that I ain't hearing
I ain't reading, y'all just feening
For a reason, this season I'm gonna cause a treason
Barricade or collapse
Cause by the time I flip this track
You gonna go back
To the lab with all the sag
In your pants
Has you thinking I can't kick your ass
Bitch I ain't gotta do that
Smoking blunts is all you rap
Smoke with buds you fucking fags
Holding hands, having you thinking you ain't bad
Abstract artifacts
Y'all just some lost tapes
And no one gives a crap
Strapped with dabs
On my tab
Where's your clap
Unpacked my jockstrap
You ain't made for this game
That's why you're talking shit at the bench
Catch your breath boy
Nothing was the same