Cane - Popular Demand [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Good morning class, I'm 'bout to give a lesson in
Hip-Hop, for those of you who questionin'
Thought I was done guess again
When it seems like I'm finished I'm only catchin' my second wind
Rap marathon runner
Flow juiced up to blow Barry Bonds cover
80s baby like Shannon Sharpe's number
Plus two fuck you if you slumber
I don't need no connection, they all laggin'
I mean they all swagged out but they non-swaggin'
How can a skinny work ethic grow fat pockets?
They be slackin, and I don't even have Dockers
Just some denim and the venom flow
So presentable I bet ya end up on my genitals
You'll be attached to my chords like umbilical
Cause they angelical its heaven when I'm in the zone
Somthing like Fergie and Jesus
Ya heard me? I mean this I serve thee like Venus
Fly trap eat 'em up make 'em lie flat
Party like a Pi-Kap guy frat high-dap
Or high-five, same diff likewise
King bars, you got bite-size
People say you got some good bars
But my mom says all you rap about is how good you are
She ain't lyin', but I ain't either
Like I ain't ether
Every beat I featured on your girl thinks I'm a keeper
I'm on the rise like levitra to an eager senior
If I'm cranky I'm in need of either a beat or some reefer
Its nothin personal, I'm somthin versatile
He money, he dough, Turkoglu
I never heard of you, you never heard of me
I understand but thats absurd to me
They said get it out there so im goin yard
Tryin to get my cut of the green, I'm mowin yards
I'm throwin bars knowin that I'm goin far
Goin hard, sharp as throwin darts into Owens heart
I'm older Favre, and younger Brett
Plus the one under jets whats coming next?
Better with age like a fine wine
Tryin to make that light right
Lime like prime time
Neon, Deion, beyond peons
On a recon mission for the green like vegans
Eat on beats I will feast on
Flow dirty as the couch Rick James put his feet on
"No I will not make out with you"
OK, teach on
I went to school and learned econ
I'm prestigious, just peep the school my degree from
And I'mma keep it movin with this shit
Till I'm on demand like movies at the crib
I admit I'm a little looney-tooney with this shit
Just to prove I can spit I'll hock a loogie in this bitch
This is simply exercise, just practice
Yeah the fact is I could make up words
And the shit would be real like a shaqtus
You couldn't match this with e-harmony
It ain't hard to breathe, guess again
Second Wind