Atomic - 8th Grade Basketball [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Atomic! And Money Maker Fyke
And 8th Grade Basketball...

Hook (2x):
I said it's 8th grade basketball, the best team ever
They never say never and they always stick together
They got some nice jerseys, yeah they got some nice sweaters
And if you do it good, then they'll done do it better

Verse 1:
First we got nick Tchosik, he's kinda like a glowstick
Cuz he's thin and he shines, in the darkest of times
Never gon' quit roastin', other players like a toaster
And he's so freakie fresh
And he don't even have to try to make his team be the best
Next to Cheese we got Mac (mac)
See him leadin' the pack (pack)
Put the team on his back (back)
Kinda like a back pack
After that we got K-Mac
Never miss a thing he aims at
Dang, he's such a good aimer
He done shot to many balls, flamer! (Censored)
Then we Joey, he's a mystery
You mess with him, then your history
He's the baddest of em' all, call him Krispy Kreme
And he's so darn fresh, call him Listerene
The we got Ja-Col-By, don't stop till the game is over, G
He's so strong like a soldier, brush that dirt off ya' shoulder
Give it up for Money Maker Fyke (fyke)
AKA Ryan
Made to Make shots, and he never ever stop, cuz
They say he's undying, he's got perfect timing
He's gravity defying, cuz he jumps in the air and goes flyin'
Just like he's Kobe Bryant

(Hook)

Verse 2:
Alright now stop! Nick Kemper time
Intuitive and fluid at shooting it every time
His shot's almost as good as Ryan's
So hot on the court he need him a fire hydrant
You ask who's next (Who?) It's Brett
Brett better be who you respect
Brett's a baller, you better understand it
You mess with Brett, you get a Nuckoll sandwich!
Next we got Rashan (rashan)
Blow up the court like a bomb (a bomb)
If ya' think he'll quit, ya dang wrong (wrong)
Till' the clock stops, it's game on (on)
Number 3 is amazin' Jason Duncan
Try your best, but ain't no way to stump him
He's hecka crump, so on't be frontin'
Less you wanna see Jason start Dunkin'
Then we got Simon, playa don't hate
He killed at Sectionals and owned at State
You know he gettin' that cake
It's like his mom sold him real estate, cuz he owns the paint
There's nobody better than Simon
So good at cuttin' you can call him diamond
Haters talk smack, call Simon whack
He'll clean your clock, like ain't nobody got time for that!
Last but not least we got Z-Cool
On the basketball team there ain't no equal
He's a truck like he fueled on diesel
And the people's hands go up like he just made a field goal
He makes other players look feeble
Better bow down cuz on the court he rules
He's got a funny persona but don't be fooled
Don't mess with him unless you wanna be schooled!

(Hook)

Yeah, this songs a shout-out to my boy Kevin
And Ryan Fyke, ya'll know him, Money Maker Fyke
Alright, peace...