Dirty Dike - Rapping Over Silence [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro [Dirty Dike]

Where's the beat in all these fucking battles? (Bare views on YouTube)
Weird, man
Pre-writing and shit, uhh (Double U, Double U, Double U, dot. Slash. Dot, MC Razor Sharp Lyric Killer)

Verse 1 [Dirty Dike]
So, you sat and wrote yourself a dirty tune
Pissed off at home, (Why?)
Cos nobody has heard of you
I smirk at dudes from YouTube who only wanna murder crews
I heard your battle rap and it was wack and you rehearsed it too
(Dirty Who?)
Dike, with a mind like it's senile
At least I'll clash a rapper in a cipher and it's freestyle
Meanwhile, I'll listen to these kids
I'm thinking it's ridiculous that you can piss a written out and think it's sick
Listen, prick. It's not about 'I'm dropping, it's hot.'
Using fillers like a dickhead who's forgotten to stop
It's Top of the Pops for cocks
I don't want it to stop
It's just not fucking hip hop, you honourless knobs
So what have you got?
Another mouth of goo for your man's face
Plus a couple thousand views on your fan page, (I'm killing it!)
Where's your album or your talent?
Where's your tunes, mate?
Too late, it's you:
The new and improved tube steak

Hook [Dirty Dike] x2
We take part in a passion with hidden purpose
And handle it as part of the pattern
We're never nervous
Half of it's the rambling madness of clever hermits
The other half's embarrassing blaggers that's penning verses

Verse 2 [Dabbla]
My mind's designed like an assembly line for the rhymes
Never slowing production at any time
You could put aside 9 months to write your little pantomimes
It still gets no shine next to mine
They bought a kilo with their alter ego
I've got more libido in a swim tuxedo
Watch the way you talk to me, though
Sicker than a paedo in a pair of Speedos
And a J-cloth to wipe the sprays off of my torpedo
Dirty Dike and Dabbla
Got them in the corner shitting like a soldier suffering Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Style that blessed the aura while you're just a cheesy joker
And your battles fall into the category of mediocre
So what's the deal with all this rapping over silence
Where you banter back and forth about imaginary violence?
You ain't fucking with these giants
Slice you off a portion of the rawness
Rocking like Romanian orphans

Hook [Dirty Dike] x2
We take part in a passion with hidden purpose
And handle it as part of the pattern
We're never nervous
Half of it's the rambling madness of clever hermits
The other half's embarrassing blaggers that's penning verses