Mr. Complex - I'm Rhymin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I got so many rhymes
If I try to kick them all the the mic will go heavy
To the point where I can’t lift it

See I don’t get lifted
I’m a gifted
Individual
I got raps for your whole fam
Like snacks
And they’re wrapped
Individual

Look at me
I’m all that in audio and visual
Clean your ears
Beside your head
Then you can visual
…ize

Why do you keep telling me those lies?
[ ] your disguise
Cause I’m on the mic and realize

A black cat
So don’t you cross the path
You should cross your eyes
Cause once I cross my T’s
And then I dot my I’s
You know

It gets written
In battles and ballots
I’m always getting written-in
To be a number one candidate
The beat’s got a
Big bottom
I wonder can I date?

Cause it would be a night to remember
Like rimmin and kissin
Remmin and niscin’
And dissin; yeah I remember
But how soon you forget

I;m a faze ya
A few seconds to get from in front of
One, two, three, four, now git

I rhyme with the same word
Say word
And if you haven’t heard
Well then you’ll have to ask your herb
I’m rhymin the same word
The same verb
And if you haven’t heard
Well then you’ll have to ask your herb

I get funky fresh
She kneed me, in the nuts
Now for once in my life I have someone that needs me
No longer the problem
I rise
Yo dig it jive turkey
I am a fiend of the hip hop
Before the wack I go cold turkey

You heat me up like that sandwich
You put me to sleep like the sandman that’s been cursed
By the sand witch
From the sands of Sahara
I’m [part rock?] and I’m captain crunchin’ crews phones
And I’m beamin up Sahara

So warp speed, Sulu
Don’t you know that I’m a solo…
Ist
You might miss
Because I’m so low
I’m so deep

Even if you bring on a fleet of klingons
You’re not so deep
To realize
I can’t swim
When…
I’m on the mic
I’m out for the win
When…

I rhyme with the same word
Say word
And if you haven’t heard
We’ll then you’ll have to ask your herb
I’m rhymin the same word
Say word
And if you haven’t heard
We’ll then you’ll have to ask your herb

My name is complex
I’m very complex
I have a complex
Plus I’m comp: don’t flex
See I want to take this hip hop like way out
Way out
I got the wack looking for the way out
Put you out of sight
Out of mind
The out-of-line
Be comin’ up blind

The time is mine
Now to [ ] your mind
Don’t start jerk
Because the artwork is fine
How you doing? Fine!
Listen, this is fine
You bite the line you pay the fine

You basic black
I reside
In Southside, Jamaica, Queens
Which means I’m a fat jam-maker

So don’t mistake and take the Mr
For granted
Because I write the rhymes right
Because rights I was granted
Like wishes

But her number one fantasy
Is to see me become a star
So she can become my number one
Fan-to-see

I don’t get grands to see
Me
On the boob tube
But I recall flippin’ the bottles through the [?]