Perfect Hand Crew - New Era [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Tasty TooK]

It's Tasty, what did you expect?
It's me again prick, show me respect
Bad bitch, I wanna a blow job and a big steak
No piss take, so add a Cheesecake

Wake and bake, get some flakes
Take a milkshake, shake it don't wait
Switch from French to English when I operate
Don't be foolish, man be concentrate

What's that face? Are you constipate?
TooK in the place, I'm a heavyweight
Don't talk, don't hesitate
Tell a man straight you're fake, I'm great, don't hate

I do this thing for years
I know how to roll spliffs and drink beers
I make your girl wet, drink it clear
I'm turnin' your dream into a nightmare

I'm a french musketeer fightin' ninjas
Come if u dare I'm sick like cancer
Who's Tasty? you know the answer
How can u scare me? When I scare ya

Them man know that I spit the truth
You know wagwan when I'm in the booth
Im a french chef so I feed the youth
Punch in your face, Man you lose a tooth

Im a
French rapper, fresh spitter, moneymaker
Tasty like pasta, like cheese, like ganja
Blud I need a Rizla
If I don't find one, man I burn ya

[Hook]

What are you gonna say
What are you gonna do
It's too late to pray
Too early to move
Guess what, guess what, guess who
It's my Perfect Hand Crew
Then my Perfect Hand slew
You you don't know what to do

[Verse 2: Billy]

Your phobia
Deep in your mind, I'm your phobia
You dream, you're the boss, you're a soldier
But nothing you can do will be savin' ya

I'm the phobia
People think I'm the godzilla
Ready or not, leave the area
Coz ain't nobody to rescue ya

You diggin' the vibe
You dipped in iron
You chill in the night
While my shit is going viral
I'm the dark in the light, I'm turnin' your thoughts suicidal
Well you know I'm right inside and outside, I'm out and high when i'm grabbin' the mic

Grabbin' the mic
You know I'm high when I'm grabbin' the mic
Lose myself when I'm rapin' the track
Its rap grime trap when I'm grabbin' the mic
When I'm grabbin' the mic
Burn up the crowd when I'm grabbin' the mic
I get in your brains, I'm tearing them out
I puke on your swag when I'm grabbin' the mic

It's your phobia
Comin' back and I'm foolin' ya
Billy bolt crack and he's bullyin' ya
You won't believe your eyes, I'm your phobia
Even gloria, won't survive to this Korean
Min Jeong tchaki in the belly
And now Billy's your main phobia

[Hook]