Voss - Numbers on the Board freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Was my permission given for your opinion?
I ain’t think so, keep your lips closed, listen
Y'all too animated, better play that Maggie Simpson
And shut the fuck up sucka, now catch the wisdom
Gems, I kick em, never been a victim
Fanbase from suburban landscapes to the prisons
Dear Lord I’m sinnin', I pray that I’m forgiven
Sike naw, I'm kiddin', that was fiction like religion
And only the enlightened agree
The other side don’t realize I’m who they tryin’ to be
You want a rhyme from me? Think I’ll write it for free?
Tell em eat a big dose of this vitamin D
I see Ks in ya future
Ya own crew would shoot ya like they never even knew ya
*sniff* I smell a rat, man you even got the whiskers
Ever speak my name you muthafuckas gotta whisper
And don't you say the “Voss” if before it ain’t got a “Mr.”
I’m straight Jack, better sip ya vodka spritzer
And get ya shinebox, maricon
Your lady know what time it is from this watch alone
And the wardrobe kills yours
That baggy shit dead baby...still born
No ice, so cold, what I gotta chill for?
Cuban Links, who you think that they was built for?
With a nod and salute to the Chef
Wu to the death, he gave me some jewels, I was blessed
Said there’s too many cooks in the kitchen
Better switch them ingredients, the ones they been usin' ain't fresh
Muthafuckas shouldn’t rhyme no more bout rhymes no more
Outsiders always tryna get behind closed doors
Oh you “killin it”? yeah of course
Musta forgot you can’t kill a dead horse
Why the fuck you always rappin’ bout rap, doggie?
Get a life and you can rap about that prolly
When I care about a hip hop purist
Y’all will see a bitch with me and the bitch not gorgeous
You don't belong here, ya hip hop tourist
Secondhand style, you hit the thrift shop for it
No relation to Macklemore
I'm sick of hearing verses sounding like they been spat before
That bullshit got me seein’ red...matador
A lone wolf ain’t concerned with you Labradors
You'll never run with us, go spar with the puppies
You lookin’ bloody in a tank full of sharks when they hungry
Tryna swim in here with the heart of a guppy?
Lil’ Kim in ‘99, it’ll start to get ugly
Latin mamis call me Señor Frio
Cabeza underwater, then she get torpedoed
You ain’t watching now, better set your TiVo
Charge it to the game but write the check for V-O