December's Finest - Fusion Dance [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Awwwwww shit!
Damn...
This is dedicated to some of them haters out there
You MIGHT know who you are...

[Verse 1: btyler]
Uh, uh!
They used to call me BT, now they add the y at the end
If anybody asks about 'em, I say I don't have any friends
(nah, I don't know them...)
But I rep the 812, December's Finest, that's the crew
And chilling, and dodging haters, man, that's that shit that I always do
Peaceful motherfucker, don't want know confrontation
But if you push me too far, I'ma let out my frustration
We call Billy the Hulk, but you don't wanna see me angry
I'm just speaking my mind, and the truth, so just frankly
I'ma go hard on a beat til I show all the haters that I am not one to be fucked with
I'ma go farther than you when all is said and done and then we'll really see who is nothing
These haters out here would be nowhere without me, and I can still hear that bitch pouting
Sooo, go and act like you know one real damn thing about me
B-b-b-b-BITCH, this is confessional! Not so hypothetical
Cuz all of your hypocrisy, that shit should be criminal!
Best believe that you got lucky quick, but all that time I spent
Is equivalent, to all the amount of fucks that I shouldn't give!
But my reward will be tenfold, for all the effort that I gave
And my biggest regret may be the life I tried to save
A few many times. But she ain't never seen a grave
I guess that's what I get for forgetting when I forgave, but hey!
I am the Captain for a few different reasons
I run December's Finest, and I keep out the heathens
Who trying hard to find us, and distract from resolution
'cuz they thinking that hating on the Finest is the solution
To hitting the fast track to success, by jumping conclusions
Like a hater getting successful is more than an illusion? (no)
In your fucked-up mind, we all deserve this persecution
But in reality, the only thing you do is spit pollution
Sooo, I hate to interrupt you, excuse my rude intrusion
But don't get this shit twisted, bitches, there shouldn't be any confusion, but
The second your poppin your mouth off about me in a mental institution
I'ma go harder on you, than if me and my crew, all did a massive dance of fusion, ah!
This ain't retaliation, I'm not talking 'bout execution
But all the hating you're doing is nothing but a contribution
To the expansion of the crew and our spiritual evolution!
Man, I'm going too hard in the paint, I need a substitution!
Uhhh, maybe not 'cuz bty is the one you're choosin'
Gimme two more years, and try to show me who is losin'
Might go lazy for a line and spin that bitch like her name was Susan
And then they question me about these instrumentals I'm abusin'
Like, DAAAMN!
(daaamn, damn nigga)
Damn, where'd you get that beat, homie?
LoudBoy! (yup) btyler! (yup) Dozydose! (yup) December's Finest!
(You know who it is!)
IGH (IGH)