Sk, the Novelist - Olympic Torch [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Vintage jazzy shit...
Bring in the drums

[Verse 1]
I'm that big bad man
Soul like the brass band
Rappers is green with nausea
Grouchy, come up out the trash can
Yeah, you can try for high-fives
Give you the backhand
We can put you on the Vlad cam
With Charlamagne interviewing you
You ain't got a half chance
Sure as this air is clear right here
You ain't had confidence in years
I can tell by your slack stance
Cypher going bat-shit
Somebody please phone up Batman
Tell him I am that man
Put my face up on the sky signal
I tell you little by little
This is how I advance
In Metropolis, any given random park bench
You'll find Clark Kent bumping out my jams
Meanwhile I freestyle with a shit-eating grin
On a landmine, working out my tap dance

[Interlude]
That's the victory dance
Who could ever, ever stop me?
(Jay-Z Sample)
Still cracking…
I will not lose, I simply refuse

[Verse 2]
We can go back and forth like patty-cake
I salivate a sweet sixteen
Sweet as your grandma's carrot cake
You want beef? We can marinate
I'm that foul-mouth motherfucker all your parents hate
Yeah, spit the shit that makes your bone marrow break
Let's get this shit straight:
I'm King Tut and pharaoh great
The day my hands shake, I can't shoot the arrow straight
That's the day that pigs fly and we all blare your tape
I'd rather bury your tape
I could marry your date
I could write the phattest rhymes
And then carry that weight
Sk like Conan the Barbarian
I'll make a fruit salad out of strawberry men
It seems you hear flows and then start sharing them
Your rhymes ain't phat son, you are very thin
You ain't even in the sport
You're stretching by the tennis courts
I'm sprinting full speed
Hand gripped on the Olympic torch

[Outro]
Yeah.... who taught you?
Two-Track Tuesdays.....
Two-Track Tuesday.....
(Jay-Z Sample)
Still cracking
I will not lose, I simply refuse
I simply refuse....
Ever!