Callon B - Silver Platter [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: sIMple]

Yo its sIMple
Callon B what up
(Punches) (Oh fuck)

Sweatpants
Beer cans scattered as my thoughts
Write raps in a stolen shopping cart
Who got the keys to let the ghosts up out the rapping vault
Haven't tripped since last fall
Had midgets guarding my castle
Bitch I'm past asshole
I'm a new breed of douche bag
How'd we usher an era in
Of MC's who never been
Down in the pad writing wraps laid up
Kicking back with a sack twisting zags
Mismatched but the kids still call it swag
I still call em fags, fuck you I'm comfortable
Lyrically unpredictable, flow shift is impeccable
New transmission in the old school like I'm Arnold
P.S. since 1:18 I've been stoned
That's when you got startled
Who's this new artist painting pictures of a forest
Riding dolphins and all of the trees talking
All of the Reeves walking
Pardon me, please stop it, I need all of these fees waived
HI!
Bitch give me free base like this shit was intentional
I brush it off and steal second like I'm Henderson
A game like professional, medically I'm a vegetable
But I taste great
You fuckers stink like a bad fart
Rolling green, Reptar, rap star
Now thats art
Half a crack head when I'm off on these bath salts
Can't blame my parents, that's raps fault

[Chorus: Callon B]

Get the fuck out my mother fuckin face
Like I give a fuck what you got to say
Bitch stay in your place
I have enough enough enough on my fuckin plate x2

(We) Serve the bullshit on a silver platter
(I) Serve the bullshit on a silver platter
I serve the bullshit on a silver platter
Yeah we the illest rappers

[Verse 2: Callon B]

The hypochondriac of rap, an insomniac it's fact
Hit the laundry mat for ass in a Pontiac
Hit the gas and I crash like coming down from a shroom trip
A king catch me in my tomb bitch
Full of hieroglyphs of my past life
Nailing your ancestors, divin in the ass like a jack knife
Junkies hang around like I pack white
And I'm one to, always hittin on the glass pipe
Chronic fumes bet my dude sIMple on em' to
On the move got no time to talk to you
Time is money so I'm saving up
To spend it all on Asian sluts, you should be praising us
Young Gods, for Heaven sakes we are
Locked the keys to Heavens gates in my car
Fuck, I can be so forgetful
But can't forget how to eat instrumentals
All I need to know is where my meds at
Not so sure where my head at prolly where your breast at
Fire up the motorboat
Wavy, frowned on by the older folks
Wake N Bake, and head to fuckin Steak N Shake
Don't pay for the plate I ate
Dine and ditch, same shit to the finest bitch
Microdot drips inside a 5th, kill it
Vandalize your village know I'm the realist
Every track gets pillaged till it's
The final day in my life, I'm on this rap shit
You gon never wake up if you nappin

[Outro: Callon B]

Maaaan you hear me swaggin on the track?
You hear what I did there?
We mother fuckin out here
Fuck what you said AC on the boards
Fuck with me!