Dice Raw - Fake MC's [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(MCs been caught to ensure their safety.. lately)
Rest in peace Guru

[Hook]
Fake MC, they always have cars
But won’t walk the streets without their bodyguards
I hate fake MCs, they always have cars
But won’t walk the streets without their bodyguards

[Verse 1]
Yea, bodyguards blockin’ off the whole scenery
Ain’t nothing but about you boys, it what it seems to me
You a gangsta? Then why you scared to walk the streets alone?
And why you talk so tough when on the microphone?
My nigga sell coke, my nigga sell king
You got an education, boy that’s a damn shame
Intelligence, knowledge, both will set you free
Now lock you there like a slave, not how it s’posed to be
But you a G, but you never spent one night in holding
You buyin’ guns, never shootin’, man now where you’re goin’?
With this lunacy, tuner be buffoonery
You something to laugh at, nothing but a fool to me
You little niggas could’ve never went to school with me
14 years old, I was snatching jewelry
On the corners with the pipes, lifers
You people list Julia Louise Dreyfus

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Yea, I pick your moves, that ain’t how G’s handle business
Fake MCS be actin’ like some lil bitches
Something smells fishy, yea, real suspicious
You lookin’ real sweet, real delicious
It’s a shame, couple cast nice rappers
Throw a punch then hide behind a linebacker
You’re not here to have the hardcore city life
You can hit the studio and have some new shit to write
You drinkin’ too much of that purple shit
Two years ago you was on that herbal shit
Last year, niggas was emo
But this year, they sticking to the G code

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I’ve been around, punk, but I still sound young
Respect us, I snatch your heart like a necklace
Runnin’ niggas over then I scratch ‘em off my check list
Was doubles as a guest list, I got a death wish
For fuck boys who act like they bust toys
You ain’t a crook son, you’s a shook one
And it looks fun every time jewels get took from a rapper
While he just stand there and look dumb
I won’t expose your name or your identity
You the one with bodyguards in close proximity
Hidin’ behind them, throwin’ a bottle of Hennessey
At your enemies I pity you and you envy me
But a fake MC could never be friends with me
I can’t be around that kind of energy
I pop up in a cloud of marijuana
To bust hoes in the cool persona
Been dinin’ with a pool of piranhas
Niggas are sweeter than Willy Wanka
I see ‘em and I really wanna stomp ya

[Hook]

[Outro]
I hate fake MCs, they always have cars
Not a sucker so I don’t need a bodyguard
Fake MCs, they always have cars
Yea, I’m not a sucker so I don’t need a bodyguard
I hate fake MCs, they always have cars
Yea, I’m not a sucker so I don’t need a bodyguard
Fake MCs, they always have cars
Yea, I’m not a sucker so I don’t need a bodyguard

Huh bodyguard, bodyguard
Yo! Shout out to the real MCs who never sleep with bodyguards
You know what I’m sayin?
Mos Def, Kweli, Black Thought...