Depressive Tongue Posse - DIAL UP [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Boy Froot]

Ziggin’ and zaggin’, the bodies I'm baggin’
I hit with the shotty that I'm always packin’
Brand new Bugati, not a station wagon
Beats is so sloppy, my pants they be saggin’
Draggin’ and gaggin’ the nearest bitch next to me
She keep on naggin’, give her some ecstasy
Modem is laggin’, dial up testin’ me
Internet trials, binary complexities
00110101 53 blunts in my ashtray son
Smoke ‘em all at once til the ash be done
Bangin’ on a gun, in a flash you run


Internet dial up, let the bodies pile up
Drag ‘em to the trash, guns blast, man, it’s wild stuff

[Sharxxx]

Old-ass tower with the Super Disk drive
I’ma bootleg shit, I’ma do it all night
Smokin’ that loud out a hookah pipe
Fightin’ E-worms with my two best knifes
Right-click, delete, when I’m done with files
Information superhighway if you comin’ to ride
When my shit’s complete, Ctrl/Alt/Delete
Mane, all I do is hack like a jungle guide
And all I listen to is IDM, cuz I’m a cyber-mind, so don’t virus scan
Don’t even bother tryin’, you can’t find me man
I’m ejectin’ Quake III out yer IBM
5 on a sack, bout to hack the fuckin’ Sprawl
Neuro-Marilyn-Mancer I’m after yo soul
56K on my modem and my roll
‘Bout to show these fuckin’ hoes how I fire at ya wall

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[Boy Froot]

AOL, online bitch, I’m loggin’ in
Takin’ out yo spine, I realign the bones up in yo skin
Facebook and Myspace and Twitter and Instagram
Come back to my place and I'm ‘bout to get it in
Can't look at my face cuz I'm always hidden in
Hoodies and masks and Swisher Sweet wraps
Black body bags, I’m blockin’ the ads
Bass always knockin’, it’s shakin’ the dash
If I'm not mistaken, that bitch has got crabs
Hearts get to breakin’, they riches to rags
I’m makin’ money, that bitch actin’ funny
And when she get runnin’, she ‘bout to be bloody
Goin’ all out and I start to look scummy
Internet route, signal get muddy
Hackin’ the server and makin’ you nervous
Attack you on purpose and now you feel worthless
Imagine the hurtin’ I'd put on a person
Compassion is thrown out the door when I’m lurkin’
Actions speak harder than words that are spoken
I'm mackin’ on bitches, my weed is so potent
Stackin’ them riches, yo emails I open
I know all the details, yo password is broken