B-Swizz - Don't Talk To Me [Prod. By. PSB] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus: B-Swizz]
Everything I do, everything I say
Gets taken in a different way
So when I come at you, you better be afraid
Cuz I ain't got time to play

Don't mix my words
That'd be absurd
We all know who's gonna make it first
Don't hate on me
Cuz I'm the guy to beat
If your gonna change you words don't talk about me

Don't...Don't talk to me. 4x


[Verse 1: B-Swizz]
Don't talk buddy, get your facts straight
Cuz I ain't got time for that hate
I say one thing, these kids hear another
All cuz they know I'm a cocky motherfucker
It's like the truth is my words they decode
Cuz they're nothing like you've heard before
My raps are get up n go. I got the flow
Drop one tape then I'm at it some mo'
Battling foes, going toe for toe
I'm the best, yeah you know
These words are set in stone
In my own lane, don't gotta be shown
I hold the crowne, oops I meant crown
But don't worry these fools will be here to correct me any minute now
Rappers want me to dim it down
This rhythmic sound
Can explode and tear this whole place down
I'm the best it's no debate now
You comin up short n this a race now
Showin up tracks until there's no competition
I can tell I'm dope but y'all don't want to listen
To a dude like me, spit so violently
B-Swizz the K I N G
You already know I don't got time to play
But these fools got time to change everything I say

[Chorus: B-Swizz]

[Verse 2: Brendan "Sweezy" Hynes]
Zip it
I don't want to hear it
Mimic a manican, I'm a maniac a minute
I got a feeling you don't want it
Let a motherfucker get it
I'm going to flip the bird tell the hatas sit and spin it
Plenty endo, way out the window
Bumping Eminem's Kim track for the demo
Demo? Listen to my CD
[?]
Please, Roll with some Gz
Straight out the gate we came into beat
You bang industry beats
Man, y'all suckers need to get with it
I'm so fucking dope I can sing with it
B-Swizz put me on the beat
Don't talk we going to pop out your teeth
Lets pump up the beat
Sicker than many and many don't want to hear me
I'm hopping up out the phantom and grabbing up on her fanny
Compare me to Marshal Mathers, Not asking them for a Grammy
Don't dare me to get blammy
My ammo can up the Annie
Ugh, and CB could beat your bitch deep
Bitch, nobody wants your CD
So don't talk like half of Rock City
I'm back and off plenty
And by plenty I mean too many

[Chorus: B-Swizz]