DeJiVu - Siick Wid It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Number one team player, ya'll are picking me for victory
Stick with me and the shit you'll see's the mission of a visionary
I'm sick wid it, G *COUGH*. this shit is getting me
Iller than hillbillies with gorilla diseases

Jesus please keep Deji from all these weaker MC's
People be dying at my knees after one of my sneezes
Ceasing to be. Ain't even half decent to me
I'll make em hurl with sick words after eating the beats

I'm perfection. Make mainstream rappers enter a separate section
Hip Hop's in intensive care and it's prone to infection
So you'd better get gone. There's a lot of shit on my chest
And when I get it out, I'll be a better man, fuck the next one

I'm often coughing out sounds that never soften
Got a thermometer on my tongue, the other end of its poppin
Everyone's lost in the hot flow when my esophagus is droppin
They at a loss. My nostrils flaring and I'm constantly rockin

I'm highly rated. But they try to keep me isolated
I gotta fight to make it no matter how they try to hate it
I'm gonna spread this shit around, you can't vaccinate it
This rap bacteria's attacking after I (*SNEEZE*) slay it

I'm only claiming to be the brainiest
To tell the truth, I'm deranged. My genius is spontaneous
I'm shaming yehs with my deprecation of nature, I'm dangerous
Pray my ways are contagious, cause the shit you say is flavourless

Have no immunity to what this music will do to me
Still I continue to go looney on any tune that's handed to me
I go the distance like the moon, I land it smoothly
Fevers catch you like the flu, so you be knowing who the Vu be

The man is groovy on a tune, but damn he rap like Kool G
Rappers looking at my stool for clues of how I rap shit smoothly
You'll be an addict soon, so best be careful while exposed
Cause from my illmatic flows, you're likely to catch a cold

[HOOK]

I'm a phenomenon. Have you lay in bed with your pyjamas on
Off and on beat, often, I'm always alarming em
I'm coughing on, beats you could not soften in your laundry
I'm potting proper profits properly, pocket and launder em

I'm constantly shocking em, I do this shit proper
Fact, my shit's so hard, I think I better see the doctor
Temperatures get hotter, when I'm rocking the spot, bruh
And if you don't feel it man, I think you need an oper-

-ation, cause you hating. Need some rehabilitating
See this the thrill I'm chasing, keeping it ill till I'm fainting
Tainting yeh names until your fame's up in flames
Satan ties you up in chains, so now I'm taking the reigns

Hospitalise yeh. But you feel your mind getting wiser
Might have to prescribe some vanilla ice to stabilise yeh
Try to deny it, this here is one of a kind
Don't get it as a child, a cure's harder to find

[HOOK]

And now I'm planning to transmit it, to all the fans
Critics and bystanders, I'm the man and don't forget it
I'm sick wid it, so my funky ass is sitting in a clinic
I don't gimmick or mimic, man I push it to the limit

Infinity. Piss on any MC in the vicinity
A sicko, depicting imagery of shitting on my enemies
Finicky when it comes to lyrics, need them to be vivid
Idyllic, fill it with spirit till it's as ill as can be

I'll take a track and kill it with exposure to a dose-a
Potent flows so my show is ferociously cold
Sold out rappers crap out tracks that are supposedly gold
I'll burn em like a toaster, cause I've broken the mould

I solder my words so they could hold
The roof, truth be told. Compared to me, all you MC's spit terribly
Horribly, sorry, pardon me. I fart on G's
I'm deaf. Cut off my ear, sick and weird, this is proper artistry

[HOOK]