Backronym - Better Than You [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
Music's man made; guess I'm my own religion
Theology is lame, I'm here for some revision
So what I'm from the 'burbs? It don't impede my vision
Make my money cuz I'm dollar ill, ring a physician
Ya'll ignoring me, soon to be my parasites
If I have haters, it just means I have a style to bite
I'll pound you in the paint, basketball or hip-hop
Ya'll some mice, I go hickory dickory dock
Rock around the clock, man at work, hard hat
Cock a couplet, fire a rhyme, holdster hard, brrat
I flow like 90's gold, that ain't nothin' new
(I can do anything better than you)
Cash rules everything around me, old mint;
But I'mma rap and knock you on the mat and outta print
With the right hook, and some rhyme glue
I can do anything better than you

(Verse 2)
What's this talk about my rapping skills being flat?
People gimme sketchy looks, yo, what's with that?
Last time I checked, cookin' every beat
I've been the best ever since I was on the training seat
Okay, my competition's in the burg, hooray
They getting faded every Friday night so who they?
Ya'll gotta wish for talent; rent a damn genie
Stuntin' like you tryna be Houdini
Whatchu mean you goin' hard? Sick with it?
Dorothy to my West Witch; straight wicked
I'm the one percent of quality, 'bout to picket
Light cha'll up; matches to some wicker
So you're envious? Huh, what a damn surprise
My phonics metronomic, woah, look at time fly
Two minutes in, eighteen years of swag right here
Ya'll lookin' for the greatest rapper, I just check a mirror

(Verse 3)
Sorry for the language; this shit's pretty graphic
But I'm loomin' over lames, ya'll need me to graph it?
He with stone age flow, please, let's get Jurassic
Dudes basic these days, I pack verbal acid
Spit my train of thoughts at a whole school of fish
Ya'll called that genie yet? Ha, better make a wish
Ballin' too hard; swish swish
I serve you on the platter like you're just my side dish
Let's count the numbers, I'm up ten to nothing
Fools try to figure that they comin' back, ya'll just bluffin'?
Please be a good sport, shake hands and wish you well
Too bad envy is a sin; ya'll goin' to Hell
Did I tell you I annihilate the status quo?
Rhyme hard, random girls liking my status, bro
Ask me where I'm goin'... I don't know
But a tortoise pace can win the race, cuz ya'll a hare slow