Walter Cannon - The Recipe [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

It's Walter Cannon. It's the mixtape

[Verse 1]
Yo we about to lift off as I kick off and spit a bit of some hip-hop
They shit talk cause they pissed off that this kid keep it fresher than Ziplock
And they kind of don't, so I lock and load. You can call me the constable
I phenomenal with flow nautical and you really just gotta go

You're an impostor and it's impossible for you to even visit like conjugal
I'm home and no one's as audible as the kid with the kicks with the waffle sole
I got a lot of soul, yea I'm heaven sent
I'm astronomical, yea you know that's definite

I've got the evidence, that's the eloquence
Yeah I'm incredible but they're incredulous
That means they don't believe me, cats think I'm so deceiving
Ask if I really spit it so good, I'm just like "Okay please, g

"Does a bear not shit in the woods? And does a kid not smoke in BC?
Am I not all-over stoned and directed at the tv on any given Sunday yelling, 'Go Khaleesi'?"
One part Cannon, that is the recipe. And honestly, man, I know if you step to me
Breaking your face, I have got a propensity and that is something I'm hoping we'll get to see

[Chorus]
Oh no, don't you know?
My flow's on overload
I go for broke but you don't know this, though
They got the gold and so you notice those
I tell 'em get back, check that, all you are's a dead whack
Walk into my death trap, man you don't want to test that
I go so hard
The way I flow's like they've never been shown the stars

[Verse 2]
I'm in outer space, this ain't even a race to me
I don't chase my dreams, I leave 'em chasing me
Doing it from A to Z, yeah we be going the hardest
They see we are sick, that's why they treat us like targets

Spit fire like arson, it's alarming. Got the bloodsuckers coming no warning, and they starving
So grab the garlic, the silver, and the stakes. Never seen such carnage, delivering they fates
And what I say's never a mistake when as veteran as I and getting better with age
And it ain't written in the sky like Letterman, Dave. The late night's got me high, it's been a hell of a day

But if Edison say to reinvent the game then Imma spend all night and Imma spend all day
And I'll investigate from the best to lames, label you shit, you defecate
But then I say that this gon' change, shit too basic like "It's 'gon rain"
Shit too basic like this cocaine, shit's no name but it's okay

It's all great, yeah it's all good. Tony the tiger, Tiger Woods
But show me light because homie, if I don't get higher then I'll end your life for good
Like I should. So pass that O sack and throw that so lil' homie can roll that
And toast that to the kid with the dope raps even though mufuckas still don't know that

[Chorus]
Oh no, don't you know?
My flow's on overload
I go for broke but you don't know this, though
They got the gold and so you notice those
I tell 'em get back, check that, all you are's a dead whack
Walk into my death trap, man you don't want to test that
I go so hard
The way I flow's like they've never been shown the stars