Pumpkinhead - Wack Emcees [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Peace. This is MC Ro-Lex. And when I ain’t rapping about my motherfucking Rolly or my motherfucking Benz, I'm getting my ass lyrically stomped out by that motherfucker Pumpkinhead. I'm representing for W-A-C-K radio, baby. Hah, pop that Cristal

[Verse 1]
I've been to the point of no return and back
And who you be? Another MC that sounds wack
I attack airwaves radio frequency to slaves
I've paid more dues than the PTA
Get out my way ‘cause I'm on this track full steam ahead
Hip-hop icon, soon to be number one—Pumpkinhead
Branded in your head like the mark of the beast
Me and my crew formed this abstract masterpiece
Raps and beats from the dynamic duo, who knows
This ancient Puerto Rican secret fat like a sumo
Just to let you know, we never troop alone
Makin’ got my back like the battery piece on a cellphone
Ran this home, and we in it, son, we finished, son
Bam! Screaming on wack MC's like Sam Kinison

[Hook]
I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees
Say what, say what? These wack emcees
I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees
Say what, say what? These wack emcees

I hate these wack emcees, these gun clap emcees
Play a mack emcees, they all lack degrees
They try to laugh at me, corny-ass emcees
They lack degrees, a-yo they're wack

[Verse 2]
Intro—P(umpkin)H(ead) puff endo behind tinted windows
MC's must think slow like niggas that sniff blow and drink Mo(et)
You couldn't copy my words if you worked the night shift at Kinkos
My style's unorthodox, like hermaphrodites (ew)
If you're nice, I'll pass the mic with the quickness
But if you're wack, you'll be infected with the sickness
While my click is scheming constantly like Wall Street business
'98 is our year for the taking (gimme that), conquering while you're faking jax
We be breaking backs. Nevertheless, we making tracks
That’s clever, black. All day (all day, nigga)
We will be here forever like Cats on Broadway
And your crew’s gone, folded they ass like a futon
My shit is hot and yours is lukewarm
This storm is of catastrophic proportions
Dropping MC's like abortions
So caution, when I'm tossing from Austin to Boston

[Hook]
I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees
Say what, say what? These wack emcees
I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees
Say what, say what? These wack emcees

I hate these wack emcees, these gun clap emcees
Selling crack emcees, play a mack emcees
Booty smack emcees, try to laugh at me
They all lack degrees, yo they're wack

[Verse 3]
I cause power outages, lump you up like cheese cottages
It’s not about the dollar, kid, so run as I demolish this
With hotter shit, I holler this with lava spit
Burn a hole through your esophagus—nobody's stoppin’ us
We're half of the earth's populous. With one touch
I turn your Glocks to dust, collect the props and bust
If you got a girl with a big butt, I give her a new cock to clutch
Call Spike. “Get on the bus.” The mic I hold is [bust?]
The one you hold is covered in rust. The world is loving us
Nigga, I fill my Dutch with your blood and guts (what a rush)
No wack MC is coming up. You fucking suck, I run amuck
With [original blunted breeze?]. Yo, tell 'em, son, we see

[Bridge]
Yo, yo, how long do y'all think y'all gonna go on being wack? Word up. Ayo, it’s real niggas, real MC's out here pissed at y'all niggas. Word up. And we gon’ bring it to y'all, right now

[Hook]
I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees
Say what, say what? These wack emcees
I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees
Say what, say what? These wack emcees