R.U.I.N. - Let The Buzz Begin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: R.U.I.N.]
Yo, you don’t know what the hassle brings/
I’m on fire! But I’m low on gasoline/
My words sting like killer bees/
This is epic like the Lord of the Rings Trilogy
Like I said, I’m ready to dominate/
No weak punches, never call it a day/
All in my way/ just move/
The problem ain’t that I don’t give an F, it’s that I do/
Chasing this imaginary crown/
But the only thing that scares me is my frown/
Whining how/ I wanna B.B. the King
I came out new/ with a tongue split in two/
Otherwords, I came out of the blues/ surprise/
With sharp words that will bring your demise/
My war with rhymes/ you shook/
The problem ain’t that I can’t kill you but that I could/ look/
At the direction, the wind is taking/
Resilience proves I’m vindicated/
Take it up a notch, buffoons/
Cause I don’t buy the hard disc, anymore, cause ITune/
Out! Garbage, don’t get started kid/
Black Eyed Peas said ‘Let’s get retarded’ then they did! /
They float like a butterfly, sting like a
Bee/ I’ma bee, I’ma bee, I’ma bee (fart noise)/
I brought the news/ taught the truths/ while you cop
The shoes/ my style is caught in a noose/
You’re one track minded, my thoughts in twos/
Hip-Hop is like Nascar, you stop you lose/ Crash!
Thieves only kill and destroy/
I’m the owner with skill cause I give life and a voice/
Forget the chorus/ this is important/
I’m like mothers whose kids got aborted/
I hate the ladies with the picket signs/
That say “Pro-choice” cause I didn’t get mine/
For each child that died in my stomach/
I’m going to bring that skill times a hundred/
Cause my fruitful mind is in abundance/
Cry me a river, I’ll cut some onions/
I wrote these bars like it was nothing/
This is the come back of the ugly duckling/
Life handed me lemons, so I made a pie/
Then lemon juice, then I ate the rinds/
Even the trash I use is redemptive/
So your laughter was but a brief second/
You still lost?/ I’ll give my argument a
Crucifix just to get my point across/
One man’s trash is another treasure/
Your treasure is my trash, I know it’s clever/
Leave heads severed/ I’ve never/ been good at
Math, so I can’t calculate forever/
Hear that I’m sad yet always rejoicing/
Poor yet I’m made rich through what the noise bring/
That I have nothing, yet possess all things/
Gone for the win, with God’s strong reach/
This long speech, shows that I’m tough till the end/
Now, let the buzz begin/