Paul Sang Lepcha - PZD Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Paul Sang Lepcha:

Its the thug part 2 , you know what we do
Shuuuut!!! every rapper fuck peace and your crew
I got the game shook if you ain't gotta clue
I said I run hiphop everybody said its true
King of upstate you can call me tha don
Went from rookie of the year to wearing the crown
And so I celebrate my win with a shot from my Glock
And now these bitches runnin off jumpin fences on the block
Man these rappers so sweet I might die of diabetes
Your rhymes all Uhhhh... im like what the fuck is this
What you tryna do coz you're making me laugh
Yeah you rappin bout hoes look insanely wack
Im the nations most illest og on the front
Been patiently waitin on like a lynx on the hunt
So what if I said that your baby mama is a cunt
Yeah she suckin fuckin dicks like its a motional stunt

Bitch stab your innocence is killin me, you kiddin me
You see me do a threesome murder lyrically
And mentally im tryna kick knowlege in your head
You made your bed now sleep in the casket you bastard
I gotta feelin DEM is the army and we ready for war
Wietnam veterans make your sight go blur
With a face like that how the hell you gonna win
When you rap like bitch and just depend on your team
No your not on my level im the king
When you see my team comin all your heart starts poundin
You star struck 10 buck on your luck
Take your ugly ass ho and throw her ass off a truck

Imma ...bruce lee in the makin
And lately ive been kickin some ass in the mornin
Its obvious that you look like you ain't gotta clue
See when you can't keep it up you gotta walk right through
Yo im true to this and you're new to this
Your beats my piss , and your bitch wanna kiss
Thirsty for fame I gotta big one, cheddar
Put my fist in your face and vanish off from my radar
Fuck the faculty and all the fucking board members
Imma shit on your property , my green witch curse
Make you throw back blood , loose your job
Loose your wife thats my word
Your whole world blacks in the count of three
You fuckin with me you fuckin with the best
East or west come be my guest bitch
You've never been there so stop with the frontin
Tryna throw stones tryna gain some reckonin

Gtk we run this modafuckin rap
On the map you can look and get your ugly ass clapped for sure, uh
This is how we roll , mob we in the scene up with a mad men's goal
Keep it in mind I put my life on the line
You fuckas look at the time and tell me do I look fine
Hit me it ain't a crime to murder someone on rhyme
I'll pay ya dollar and dime coz now its my time to shine, uh
So brodha v take a closer look at me
There ain't no much goin on your B-rap city
The rest of yall look you wasting my time
Lay it all, down hand it on record who's no.1
Ill fuck you all up and be home for dinner
My moms on the phone waiting I gotta see her
You gotta ball player but you scared to look
You shook coz ain't no such thing as half way crooks!!!