Chester P - Spoonerised Minds [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Chester P]

I dedicate this shit to Mr Spooner man
For the spoonerisms that run through my mind frequently man
I've been doing this shit for years and years and years man
I've been doing this shit way before you cats were even rapping and shit man
Spoonerising words here man, it's my thing yo

[Verse 1: Chester P]

I came tonight like a watch with the right time
Spoonerise most of these words and make a tight rhyme
I drag Braintax from train backs down the train tracks
Leave the bay packed out from my pay-back
I slay tracks like a prison tray slacks
I bait snacks, straight up I break snake backs
You're bait wack, I take weight back when I flutter-by
Flapping like the wings of a mutated butterfly
Your mum and dad's dumb and mad at a heper's land
Once you're getting shook you're falling off like a leper's hand
I kill skills, my skill kills the format
With more fat than thin, store raps like a rap strap
I do tai-chi, then I drink chai tea
You don't wanna fight me like ten Ayia Napa G's
Eyes like the Japanese all try'na bite me
No matter who you might be you'll wanna see the back of P's
Just like a pack of bees
Or gang of crack heads, I hack creds
In a rat's head, leave your hats red
Raps that are not warm, try'na say "What Norm?"
You don't wanna watch me I'm nasty like cock porn
Bars so hot when I spit I could pop corn
Spock warns just what spawns from the right books
[In] spite of any dangers fake cats bite rooks
Life tooks souls where the heights look too high
Spoonerisms, listen to the news cry
Fronting like you're hard cause you know you're little crew's nigh
I do chicks who chew dicks out in Shanghai
And if you're too embarrassed then the lot of you can hang shy
Your band sank in the sand bank of slow sales
Razor-sharp toenails, leave you all with no tails
I know you've heard about the beggars and the chooser
Me, I'm into bars like its Chequers and the boozer
And the bed-taker chicks in stilts and Ted Baker
Lick brains on Brick Lane for red papers
Ped rapers, took your ped and said "laters"
It's a mixed up kettle of fish, the bread haters
Bread frakers, who break bread to tread waiters
And some guys get in a mess and wed traitors
Still rock snap-crackle-pop from the hilltop
With ten sick bres who strap Glocks and go until hop
I thrive on a pack of lies, in this life
If I run into a lack of pies, it's buck fever
Some kids only exist to fuck beaver
And you never wanna trust in life or luck neither
It's iller than the lion's den, realer a crying fam'
Swimming in the flames, it was safer in a frying pan
Plenty chicks, they ain't really gonna take your shit
Some are having fits just for telling her to "shake yer tits"
And some are nasty, their words'll come and tease your ears
Some'll see your pain and wanna come and ease your tears
And some'll leave you like your pole need surgery
Some are angelic but my soul needs purgery
It gets gritty in my Tale of Two Cities
Where there's young girls pushing the sale of two titties
Words are like braille for the blind
There's few nifty kids who hate school but love the new fifty
Me, I wanna boot rears, sipping on a root beer
Cry for the few dear friends, never do fear
Anywhere I go, best believe I keep you near
The numbers might change but it's never been a new year
Rebel in a flat cap, drugs through your cat flat
And rats pack cracks in the cleavage on Pat's rack
I grill beef where the kids call me 'Bill Grief'
Still keep bars high-priced cause I kill street
Dreams in the streets
You're weak and you lack punch
Even back in school you'd be robbed for your packed lunch
I'm getting heated, best to go and take a shower
Spoonerisms, big enough to take a tower

[Hook 1 x2: ??]
Tell a friend, tell a foe, tell your trusted dogs
When I'm coming I'll be running with some dusted trogs
And they'll be coming with the anger and the tool-kit
Life's a bitch but she got a pair of cool tits

[Hook 2 x4: ??]

You've got it all back to front
You've got it all twisted
You've got it all inside out