Senators - Revival Skills [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Lish]
My rhyme style's 'bout to be very legendary
This ain't Salt N Pepa but it's very necessary
Please don't come wack, thinkin' that you can compare me
To any of these cats, you'll get beat and fuckin' buried
Think that you can beat me? Go see the secretary
Stand in line, write some rhymes, keep 'em in your headpiece
Your style's kinda stale, yo you need something refreshing
Take a sip of this, it isn't 7-Up or Pepsi
Take a puff of that, it's either ganja or sinse
What in your head makes you think that you can stress me
I'll be rockin' mics, only one you'll have'll be
....testing....
1,2, what kind of game is this?
We stay up like some smoke like guerillas in the mist
You and these fuckin' amateurs are clowns up in the mix
Don't even get on top of this, we'll clown you fuckin' pricks
Before you bounce, you can put a crown on top of this
My dome piece, you rome streets, go drown in the abyss

[Smevz]
These MCs are all the same, hear it on repeat for ages
Like so long dental plan, "Lisa needs braces"
Whether dude or a dame, you gotta stay true to the game
But we could all talk about it 'til we're blue in the face
Why's everybody bickerin'? I can't stop snickerin'
The lights are all flickerin', I think the acid's kickin' in
You're actin' so hard when you really come wack
And you're rappin' like you hold the mic in your butt crack
My mind flows with notes and it just goes to show
That I don't know if what I wrote was poetry or prose
I can still say you just wanna get fame
Cuz what you spit's lame, your flow is the beat's shitstain
Insane to think that getting heinously famous
Gets you watertight holes like Greg Lougainis' anus
Well this flow is flambe, it hits like Bombay
When I bust it interrupts like my name was Kanye
And listen to all of these fuckin' naysayers
Mumblin' their bullshit like some fat eighth graders

[Lish]
Like Farmer John links, fuck what you think
I wanna pound that poontang up until it stinks
Breakfast, OJ and coffee servin' two drinks
Blinkin' and rappin' in morse code, see if you blink
Fuck what you think, it's our recital, our year
Self-made, revival skills right here
If you thinkin' otherwise, step to the rear
Fuck out of here! We ain't playin' around right here

[Smevz]
You oughtta smack back with a fat rap
Cuz if you spat back a wack attack I'd laugh instead of rap back
I'm like an enigma and riddle wrapped in a mystery
With raps in cuneiform, heiroglyphics, and calligraphy
Was chillin' with a girl into indie named Mindy
Fed her pet gremlin whiskey and the little bastard bit me
Though when you've got this much skill, it ain't easy to fail
You'd think that writing rhymes was my thesis at Yale

[Lish]
I feel your rhymes are kinda stale
Just like Monopoly, go straight to jail
Do not pass go, no two hundred dollars
Fuckin' scoundrels, chumps, and fake ballers

[Smevz]
Kinda awkward just to watch ya while you try to rock it proper
I'm a scholar, this a slaughter, man I'm sorry that I bothered

[Lish]
You ain't embarrassed enough yet? Compared to these punks, bet
It's apparent they ain't prepared 'cuz they're preparin' these dumb threats

[Smevz]
They steppin', pretendin' we stressin' like they gonna best us
I'm guessin' these jesters forgettin' we too damn infectious

[Lish]
These chumps are so precious, determined to wreck this

[Smevz]
The lesson is that at any given minute we'll end this