Can't Stop Won't Stop - Scrape the Sky [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: David Eff & Davey]
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Now we blastin off into the ozone
The way we kickin in the dojo is loco fa sho though

We pavin a road that's opposed to the dodo

Going over your head like a top hat, stop that
I know you see me spittin' these hot raps
Now watch that beat cause it's about to drop
Been rockin since the 09 jump off, yeah
Last name Pan, First name Peter
I know you see me flying and want me to teach
Ya
But I stay elevated so that all God's creatures
Can hear me shout it out like my name was Aretha
Getting R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Fly by see the looks on your faces
Cause I'm in full E-F-F-E-C-T
Jetsetting on a daily basis

[Chorus: Fresh Big Mouf, Davey, & David Eff]
David Eff, man
Ya don't stop
Davey Davey
Ya don't stop

We came to rock it 'til the city takes off
Mister captain, I'm an ace pilot
I wanna spread my wings and fly
To all my people in coach, and to my first class folks
We'll show you how to scrape the sky

[Verse 2: Davey]
As the curvature of the earth takes shape
Fly fast forward like a video tape, no cape nah
Just follow my jet stream
Loud in the clouds, sonic boom in your precinct
All hop, no trampoline
Black box, in the pocket of my jet jeans
Shine with the stars so bright, even NYC sees me at night
I see London, I see France
Now Ladies bounce to my turbulence
Drop jams from the sky like manna
All the way from Alabama to Copacabana
Back to the west side where I reside, so
'Scuse me do you care if I
Jump to the bump and take to the skies
We T minus 10 to let the hook fly

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: David Eff]
Ha, sicker than yo average
Down like goose and I'm fly like Maverick
With a savage attack and a mouth like a match
Spittin fuego homie, it ain't trickin' if it's magic
Illusions, indubitably juvenile
My crew can do it and we do it wild
Rock around the clock all across the nation
Got a lot of Sky Miles and a reputation
Of makin earthquakes everytime we land
Cause stoppin ain't an option or a part of the plan
Fools get to fumin' while I'm running on jet fuel
Now pay close attention cause I'm ready to let you
Know what I'm all about child
I got the style that you've come to love
And Imma stay fly 'til the day I die
Spittin' fresh to death from above, get it

[Chorus]