Trippy Tyler - Young White Method [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Young Harpocrate, my heart won't break
Only talk to the squad or a broad with cakes
How many bars does it take to spark a flame
Young white method cause I brought the pain and got the Tang
Bat to man's head, that's the Gotham way
A lot of people know the Stoops ones not to play
If he don't in-comply in an improper way
He'll figure out when this Tommy got his carpet stained
Fuck your brand names, Imma drift in your lane
And nope you won't like it, but I'm from the state where they swang
So I guess you got to fight it, hope you strike like
Tyson in a title fight, with the might of Goliath
Everytime I hop up on this soul shit, they
"Woah kids slow your roll so these pros notice what you flow with"
That mind body and soul shit, mine body's your whole clique, I'm talking a whole clip
That ignorance for when I'm on that aim for the throat shit
Bang that chrome shit, slang that dro shit
Unload what this scum wrote
Like a .243 bolt action with the scope
Fractions of your skull get scattered all on the road
They fathomed by all his talent like he Edgar Allen Poe
I done poured up enough dirty Sprite
Probably poured so much up I hurt the motherfucking pint
Clan full of Supermans, fuck kryptonite
Blood in my eyes, might offend a crypt tonight
Shrugs at the guys that don't get the shit we type
Close to 50K for hype, we wrote in one night
But y'all won't give us recognition for shit that took time to write
With timeless lines and bars that make you pause
Faint dropped then rewind
You hate it but now you saying how dope it is, like opiates
We got colder spit and polar lips
I'll open his throat if he try to roll me quick, or troll the clique
I just hope you quit
Because I know, that you know, that we as dope as shit