Baby Shel - Stab The Mic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

"Stab The Mic"
[Intro:]
Yeah
B.A.B.Y
And this is the Tree Fort
Uh

[Baby Shel:]
Imma represent Rez Rap
That's my backbone
100 Souls
Don't roast till I'm back home
12:30 riding dirty through the back roads
Never funny bout my money
Gotta stack dough
Keep a gat close
Where I come from
Got a dumb tongue
Spitting the lyrics
I'm keeping the spirit
You peeping to hear it
Your people should fear it
I'm creeping cause you nearer
Yeah you better get back hoe
100 Souls ready for war
I said it before
Who oppose gonna get broken
Better start hoping
That I don't lash out
Bash out till your head open
Ready set flow
Yeah I'm bout to go in
Grab the microphone
Yeah I'm feeling focused
To rip up a beat
Bout to kill and critique
A mother fucker
Trying to talk shit about my trend
That I'm setting never forgetting
The rez that I'm repping
And I'm betting we the best
And we busting at you pussy mother fuckers
Touching something that can damage
Ya amateurs gushing and busting
All this ink from my pen
And the beast of within
Don't weep cause we creeping again
You weak and retreat like a bitch
Peace you can sleep with the fish trick

[Chorus:]
Better show some respect
For the best in the Midwest
Better invest in a vest
Don't Make Me Go Stab The Mic
Through Your Fuckin' Chest
[Repeat x3]

[Wardog:]
Spitting fire for them liars mane
Venom in my veins and I feel no pain
Gasoline up in my brain
And I never ever know if I'll be tamed
Running with the AK47 Mac.11
Running gunning
Everything in front of me
Status so dope
And I'm never fuckin' broke
Everything I do is like a G
Step to me get vigilante
Got the rez scrapped up
And they on my team
Papa said I shoulda woulda coulda
Been a bad marine
Walking talking killing machine
Ripping and gritting and spitting
Through your dreams
Down for my team and I want that green
Stab you with the mic
Right through your chest
And watch you bleed

[Chorus:]
Better show some respect
For the best in the Midwest
Better invest in a vest
Don't Make Me Go Stab The Mic
Through Your Fuckin' Chest
[Repeat x3]

[Baby Shel:]
Fuck a mossberg
I can make it awkward
Biting on my style
Makes me why
Cause its not yours
Bout to kill all this impostors
After I'm done they better go call
The mother fuckin' doctor
Not even that's gonna help you
The fans never felt ya
My lyrics might melt ya I bailed ya
Out mother fucker
What I'm bout mother fucker
Might tilt ya I filled ya
With doubt mother fucker