The 3rd Kind - 93' Til' Infinity [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: PHONZZ]
If you want it you got to take it, there's no holding back
Trust me I'm never playing, I ain't holding back
I style [?] and spitting my soul on tracks
I guess [?] and no I'm not giving it back
That would be foolish, matter of fact useless
Holla back deuces, man
They said I couldn't do shit, now they looking stupid
Most complexness to ever hit the loot and
Now what they gonna do [?]
I think they mad, wishing they had
This is way past what the lyrics surpass
Once again I took the bar too high
Well, no, way too low
Line for line, there he go again
And he jimmy two times, feeling like goofy guy
Not even in my prime, looking for the limes
Sprite got me feeling right, I think you got it twisted
We need to revisit, well hold up
Wait, a minute, I'm never to the point
I got my pencil running out on the beat
Can't you see this diarrhea of the mouth
Anyways in these days I realize what it's about
Getting paid and having a maid
Got to make your move, not too late not too soon
Life isn't forever, life isn't forever


[Bridge x6]
This is how we chill from 93' till
This is how we chill from 93' till

[Verse 2: JaKK the Rhymer]
Killing shit with diligence, passionate with passages
[?] with rap, I'm packing it every chapter and
Picasso in this vomitspit
Addicted to the art, Andy Warhol it
Real rhyme and it been underground
The ripper been a heavyweight but now they giving him pounds
Outstanding how the rhymer do it, flow so potent
Influence like a potion, a fluid leave them drowning
The uncrowned kings Brooklyn's own and
With these poems they follow my rhymer's flows
And X them chromosomes holmes
Duck down or get beheaded then
Don't feed the rhymer after dark with the gremlin
Testing 'em, I don't think you want to be testing me
And the next MC to be chopped another recipe
Lyrical vasectomy or the Smith & Wesson will
Leave a rhymer desolate
You rocking with rap excellence
Mines in the rhymes I conquer mines in stealth
Never trapped with fame or blind with wealth
Never rap for fame or rhyme for wealth
Nine trae get lost and find yourself

[Bridge]