Rasco - What It's All About [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro - Rasco]
What it's all about
Yeah yeah
What it's all about
What it's all about
Yeah yeah
What it's all about
[?]
What it's all about
Rasco
What it's all about
'Bout to rep the bz's
What it's all about
Nigga please

[Verse 1 - Rasco]
Set the post, it be Rasco from up close
Emcees that's frontin' can get the full dose
The hoes, that came to butter your work toast
This emcees be tried just ask themselves: why?
Reply and no kil' and no I don't get high
It's just not my thing just tryin' to get by
I stutter step like rats no cool gats
Franchise my brother this man can pull stats
Perhaps, your plan to go plat' just went splat
Your one million plus was fools you couldn't trust
I bust, like bubbles and trouble from penpoints
You drank down some liquor then smoked like ten joints
Please, get out of my face I spits mace
Where hip hop is comin' to rush your whole place
Face, the lyrics that shut your whole case
First out of the box and still lost the whole race
Disgrace, niggas with vigor that pull triggers
Some catch your body then big turns to bigger
Forget it, and bring your best to get wit it
I pulled down my pants on emcees and shitted
For real, I blast off lyrics the real deal
It's strictly hip hop ain't got that rap feel
We peel caps on cats that set traps
And I respect women that write they own raps
Retreat, we gunnin' you down from ten feet
You wrote down some lyrics then jacked like ten beats
Discrete never whatever got it together
And rain down on niggas in any types of weather
We bring it and come in the door bells to ring it
I do my own thing and don't need hoes to sing it
But check we cuttin' your verse to small specks
Set to get down ain't that's a Ampex, what's next

[Hook: Rasco]
"What it's all about"
Soul brother Ras' came to diss you fools
"What it's all about"
Plus you clowns that think you too cool
"What it's all about"
Get your pens and pads it's time for school
"What it's all about"
Take another rap

[Verse 2: Rasco]
Over the hill, plus I'm wanted like fifth wheels
There goes your deal you've had your last thrill
But still must inspect your mic check
And those with no skills I must disrespect
Regret, nuthin' in life don't live trife
Ain't killed nobody ain't stole no man's wife
But twice, brothers tried to roll the dice
Niggas crabbed out and had to pay the price
Precise and nice on mics [?]
Break out your boots it's time to stack loot
But shoot, brothers ain't tryin' to feel this
So while they come bogus I come with realness
Exist believin' they got this man pissed
Ain't nobody above the club of gettin' dissed
We twist and plus my style be topless
And broke up your wrist for tryin' to test this
We miss nothing in sight and stays tight
Rethought my game, worked hard and prayed nights
We blast plus the Ras' be first class
Dropped my first single and made my first cash
Your ass is gettin' dug out for rugs out
So fuck the gun chatter I'll knock you thugs out
About to end this verse ain't nuthin' worse
Then seein' emcees drove off inside a hearse
What it's worth

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rasco]
Triple the threat plus you placed your last bet
Thought you seen it all this ain't been done yet
Confetti slice that ass or get ready
And tag along Freddie's I came to rock steady
But Frank knows how gas my own tank
Make a show live, put cash up in the bank
So crank the lever I spit some nice shit
I brought my killer team my team can slice shit
[?] of course the Ras' be baldheaded
You wrote all them lies but didn't get the credit
I said it and only like legs once they spread it
When fools run they jibbs I came down and dead it
We get it, like givin' a fuck self-destruct
I heard your first 12, oh well that shit sucked
Believe it, the jam that keeps the spot heated
I ran down some rhymes your crew got mistreated
Complete it the race on pace without a trace
And turned up the bass so fools can get a taste
It's finished and now the rhyme's been replenished
My team undefeated on point without a blemish
We champs you better deploy your whole camp
We fresh off them guts like women with bad cramps
So lamp to beats that sounding quite sweet
And what it's all about you fools can't compete
Bring the heat

[Hook]