World's Fair - Company Fair [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 - Cody B. Ware]

Pick up your piece G
I'm representin' for Queens
Where niggas quick to fuck your bitch
And live luxurious dreams
I'm From the East, see
So you should know what I mean
NY 'til I die
World's spit as a team
Ain't nothing PG
NC-17
7 seas flow
Wetter gettin' better it seems
Nigga, if need be
I'll take it up to the bean
Hit up Salim
Tell him bring the white bitches to me

[Verse 2 - Lansky]

With my language, most think I'm from another planet
So many fake niggas wouldn't ever understand it
I'm left, like the hand I shake their hand with quick
Cause I'm back on the job like I missed a check
Called out
I'm sick still let all my ? spill
And then I take the paper
Get fresh for later
Big city of dreams
Levitating Queens with me
On top of the Koch bridge
Point to where I live
Lansky, Remy Banks, Nasty
Cotton
And that's a hundred percent
You must pick it
Years we put in
Blood, sweat, tears
Work live slaves, we some upset niggas
The best under the moon
Accept all challenges
With 3 Kings stay
Christmas, Jewish holidays
No days off
And that's on all calendars
Givin' you my twist till I pop like silencers

[Verse 3 - Remy Banks]

Queens get the money
I'm yellin' that to the grave
Coffin full of gold chains
Yet I refuse to be enslaved
By these corporate label niggas
Stealing creativity
Blocking all the shine
Like skyscrapers in the city
Fuck that
We'll continue rhyming independently
World's Fair
The next Queens artists to make history
Killing small talk with giant lyrics like Sasquatch
Your time's up

[Verse 4 - Nasty Nigel]

Queens historian
Born Coronian
Roof Victorian
Rhymes DeLorean
World's Fair podium
Ten minute walk from tomorrow
Fifteen minute ride to Corado
All black Marauder
VER bomber
Electric politic
Green and orange brim rocker
Budweis lager
Meadow park jogger
Order Cherry Valley
Give me two Godfathers

[Verse 5 - Prince SAMO]

Off the top rope
Who's comin' now - SAMO
Super fly Snuka
Your favourite gun delaro
Shootin' out arrows
And starin' down barrels
I'm bad to the bone
Even worse to the marrow
Call me pro-Method Man
Codeine beware
I'm gone from my Vans
To the roots of my hair
Sippin' purp, chasing green
But I'm proud to be black
I still run the four fat
Putting Queens on my back

[Verse 6 - Jeff Donna]

Who's that peeping through my window
POW
CH-CH-BLAOW
Ain't nobody now
Child, you'll lose your balance trying to figure out my angle
Gamble with a World's Fair vandal and get mangled
Linger in the city with that middle finger dangled
The live shows and movies
Cop tickets on Fandango
I'll manhandle
You thinking you we a sham, no
It's more like a Shamwow!
Absorbing the fans now