NATAS - Dancin' On Ya Grave [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
No longer shall anyone be saved
Mastamind will no longer behaved
Motherfuckers like you has got me tripping
Got my personality flipping
So now it's time to flip the clipping
You stepped into a zone that’s forbidden
Death notices I’m been reel
I’m a scratch N-A-T-A-S up and down your chest
Past me all the necessary utensils
Pass that mic and run the instrumentals
I wanna rock that, deadly rock that, don't stop
Come on, do hop to this glory how that crazy hip hop
From the moon to the sun I'ma break it down deep
Ain’t no sleeping so ya get's no sleep
Fools want to get me here I am come and get me
Take a trip to that underground city
Walking on hell's floors walking through hell's doors
You fucked around and now hell's yours
On top of ya grave, Mastamind grave dance
You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance
They say I'm illing like a villain but fuck 'em
I'm chilling while I'm dancing on ya grave

(Hook)
Everybody’s dancing
Dancing on graves
You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance
They say I’m
Dancing on graves, dancing on graves
Dancing on graves

(Verse 2)
As I be boogying, what could be better than
Amen another sin, dancing on graves again
Footprints all on the dirt, blood's on my T shirt
I’m pissing on your grave, so watch a straight G-work
I’m homicidal vital, so watch me rock my recital
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, is my motherfucker title
N-A-T-A-S, funky fresh in the flesh
Flesh fresh funky, I’m a hip hop junkie
I drop mad styles, my styles get mad
But some get mad at me, but that’s too fucking bad
If you want to get some, you could be a victim
And pick your bitch, so she can suck my dick some
Slide down a razor, blade butt naked
But when you scream, don’t fake it
I’d rather dance on your grave

(Hook 2x)

(Verse 3)
Me and the boogieman, boogying down around your burial grounds
Now, how that sound
The milly billy gat is packed, all I can say is watch your back
Why would your town build with a maniac, reasons unknown
So were the microphone, I’m carving your head stone
In the name of RLP, I’ve gone R-I-P of all niggas to fuck with why me
I’m from the home of the brave, were niggas don’t miss
You got a death, wish cool we can do this
It’s you against me, and E, and T-N-T
Hurry, hurry, run nigga stop flipping
You can run but hide, cause I’ma still hit you
Natas is coming to get you

(Verse 4)
I do my rain dance, pain dance, slam dance
Bodies slam shit, goddamn
I feel like slitting a throat, but I’d rather just flow on a track with the rhyme that I wrote
Some can’t cope but hope I’m not dope, my suicide solution provoked you get smoked
RLP is what there telling me, selling me G
Mastamind, Esham, and TNT
Mortification is my next demonstration, this has been another reel life creation
Rotting bodies are hobbies for a psycho
And if you die man, I might just go dancing on your grave a little bit
Toss a little shit, so you can suck my dick
N-A-T-A-S, hell yes, we be dancing on your grave

(Hook)
Everybody’s dancing
Dancing on graves
You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance
They say I’m
Dancing on graves, dancing on graves
Dancing on graves (Repeats Till End)