Synik - Cup Fulla Potion [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Talking:
Indeed, it's (Da)Synik. I'm noticing more and more these days you need some kind of gimmick or marketing ploy so that folk can hear your records. It's just not enough to be no more. It's a little depressing man, I get down like everybody else. Everybody got their own ways to help them cope. I'm no different, but mine a little unconventional...here it go:

Chorus:
Cup Fulla Potion, slowing up my motion
Bottle half gone, now it's throwing off my focus
When I get in the game I'mma eat like a locust
If you rappers is sick, I'm a hundred times more revoltin'
(x2)

Verse 1:
Said I keep my cup spillin' potion
Spit like a volcano, I'm spewing that lava, molten
Too many princes and kings, I'll play the sultan
Do something about it you find that line insultin'
I wouldn't suggest it 'cuz
It'll get a bit reckless
Smack you with a can of Dos Equis
That tough guy act you perfected'll come tumblin' down in seconds
No need for a Smith & Wesson, this is a verbal assassination
Thorough when investigatin' to expose all your fabrications
Like
You and your homeboys broke
Knowing you ain't never sold no coke
Took her out, but you ain't poke
You ain't getting no porn star throat
Quit hiding behind the smokescreen
You and your homeboys broke
Knowing you ain't never sold no coke
Took her out, but you ain't poke
You ain't getting no porn star throat
Quit hiding behind the smokescreen
You thought telling lies would get you more cream
You've been found out devise a new scheme
Before you end up with the holey eye like Moe Greene
What ever happened art in the music?
Voices got power, they abuse it
Dumb it down, now everybody stupid
Nobody cook no more, they nuke it
Spit something outside the style
Meet with the label, they'll crack a smile
Tell you how much they love your sound
Soon as you leave, they turn it down
Throw your shit to the bottom of the pile
Never to be heard, you don't talk about birds
Too many big words, apparently
You appeal to the nerds
Won't reach the kids in the 'burbs
Ain't the same as everything they heard
They blind, shepherds to the herd
Of consumers that only sit on computers
Heard 50 and now they shooters
Foolish, to make it seems hopeless why do I do this?
I love it, spit 'til I'm toothless
I lick a shot back and give the beat some more bruises
With my

(Chorus x 2)

Verse 2:

Pop top, fill it up to the brim
Won't stop 'til I can't feel my limbs
Put my shades on, polarized lens
Key in ignition, I'm (a)bout to take a spin
That's probably a bad decision
But you gotta wild out to get people to listen
Talk about white, keys in the kitchen
How your chain hang low, and your rings is glistenin'
Fuck that a new dawn has risen
Prescription or not, you gonna see my vision
Grind 'til the end, know nothing is given
Gimmicks getting hung, I'm leading the lynchin'
Burning up my hand as I tighten the tension
Shut power off, I ain't givin' extenstions
Radar can't clock the flame I'm pitchin'
Strike zone every time, never heard of missin'
I'mma spit that southern shit, that
Fresh out the oven shit, I
Wouldn't advise touching it brother
It'll scorch your oven mitts
The game is going crazy
In dire need of some governin'
I'll throw my hat in the ring
Stuff the ballot box, crown on bling
I'll reign for life on you lames
Don't be upset when you find out about me beheading your dame
She deserved it
Liquid courage got me slurring my verbiage
Don't get nervous
I'm comin'
You could pour Downy for days
It wouldn't deter this
Keep my

(Chorus x2)