Brooklyn Academy - The Unusual Jam [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Pumpkinhead]
Ha! Brooklyn Ac. Once again. No doubt. We do it like this. Block McCloud. Pumpkinhead. Metaphor. [?]

[Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor]
As I spark the mic possession, heads can’t see me like a priest in confession
Am-I-wrong?-session, second guessing [?] push ‘em
Emcees to the limit ‘cause they soft like a cushion
Squashing, squishing, break you down like Play-Doh
The crowd get nervous when I take stand like [?]
Any move is fatal, kill the [?]
[Too close to?] jokes—I got more than Joe Torry
More stories than Maury. [?]
Step to the boards and get scraped like fucking papi
[?] ’cause you’re sloppy. Style got me sick and
Tired. I battle Kentucky but he got chicken
Shitty. Ate him up and spit it like a balle-
Rina. I’m keen ta. I make ya brain [?]
[?]. Biting, I’ll burn a mouth like mustard
Bust it. I’m stabbing emcees with all the mics I rusted
Thus combusted. Discard ya mind like the [?]
Cost you a dollar to step inside my collar
See ‘em crews—I amuse like a -seum
I hit from every angle—you could say I’m geo-
Metric ‘cause Met be tricking, emcees go crazy
Comp-etition I stomp like Doug Lazy
You can’t phase me. I got more [?] than [?]
Emcees’ll burn and get smeared with aloe vera

[Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2)
This ain’t the usual jam that you listen to
It’s a vibe session—nod your head to this musical
Brooklyn Ac just bounce to the beat like this
Bounce to the beat like this

[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
First thing on my agenda is to wipe out emcee pretenders
Hit them like a case of influenza
Remember: I dismember and disassemble your mental
As I spit sharp lyrics that puncture your temple
It’s as simple as a fifty piece puzzle when hot tracks start to rumble
Battle, I get on like [?]
Creating trouble, making you hit the bar, order doubles
Overdosing on the shit I be saying
You’re not a rapper. You make me laugh like Damon Wayans
Niggas be ill and asking how I be spilling writtens
Flipping my diction to lead niggas in the back like doggystyle position
If you’re wondering, “can I [?],” I think not
‘Cause I’m hard to figure out like psychiatric ink blots
So bring cops and try to stop the riot
Shhh. Quiet. Now please hush
For a second while I kick this verse [?] reverse
So you could understand this wasn’t rehearsed
But it’s thumbs up like Siskel and Ebert, I keep [?] in my shirt pocket
Under my vest so when I rock it, I stay fresh like veggies in a Ziploc
My shit is fat like the [sound?] profile of Alfred Hitchcock
I change styles like tigers in a pitstop
So I’ll never remain the same in this hip hop game
I’m gonna graffiti my name on the walls of fame
My niggas’ll spark the beaties while I puff the Mary Jane
No one can claim that they beat me in competition
Stop [?]. Stop and listen
Or get out ‘cause I’m hot like kitchens
Unless you’re a female dog, stop bitching
I’ll make your watch stop ticking
I’ll make noise like a Glock spitting
If you got it locked down, then I’m lock picking
(Bounce, bounce!)

[Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2)
This ain’t the usual jam that you listen to
It’s a vibe session—nod your head to this musical
Brooklyn Ac just bounce to the beat like this
Bounce to the beat like this

[Verse 3: Block McCloud]
I sound like emeralds rhymed with generals
You wet it when it’s time to set it. You still tryna find ya genitals
Then you bite lines identical to mines
But I got more raps all around than tentacles and vines
My lyrics scrumming on you and it’s painful like a lesion
Disease-infested flows nesting in ya chest—ya wheezing
You breathing through a crazy straw, leaving you asthmatic
[?] six-pack of lead kick back like [?]
My .38 Special make ya disk herniate
Vertebrate discombobulate, disturb ya fate for tryna perpetrate
My papers circulate, getting a hundred dollar tips
You seeking scholarships, tryna follow this, receiving hollow tips
I politic with the cream of the crop
That got the same dream to drop the dopes that the fiends’ll cop
I’ve seen the top and the bottom of the barrel
[Seen the majors likely?]. The mind is like [?]
And through it all, my fluid fall like rain from Block McCloud
Got it locked and down—Porto Rocan proud
(Bounce, bounce!)

[Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2)
This ain’t the usual jam that you listen to
It’s a vibe session—nod your head to this musical
Brooklyn Ac just bounce to the beat like this
Bounce to the beat like this