DJ. Otie. - Sit and Spit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: DJ. Otie]
Looking behind has nearly got me backtracking
Except for when we're sipping on tea as if we mad-hatting
Battle mistakes from the past again it always come back and when we're rushing we wonder what hole Alice is falling in
Rabbit run cause the gun is being spun and it seems like our time is up
This life is nearly done
I'm dipping and diving the bullets they rising when i spit
Because they not liking it a bit
Because my fires already lit
And t the grinding gears DJ. Otie appears to be lubricating from the sweat and tears of whack MC's cause haters must feel the end is up, time is near
Well no need to fear the next sensation is here
Misunderstood Genius, DJ. Otie. And Jason Ledger we make it clear
That we will not be stopped
No the flow will not pop when i chop the top of the billboard
Or make it to Fillmore
Don't confuse it
Cause if you do you'll lose it
Regret the disrespect when them niggas wanna abuse ya
Remove ya from booth
Force you to leave the hood
And prove what i introduce to ya when I'm schooling ya like it's physics Aw man
Even if it wasn't part of the plan
This band has ran the span of an expensive CT scan Hot DAMN
I'm cutting you up better rush yourself to the ER before you see stars or Worse your tombstone's just a spike of Rebar
But this assassination's not over yet
Imma let these Ledger lines interrupt your placement test
Now what they say?

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And they say
You boys can't be kings of this game
And they say
Stop having all of those big dreams
And they say
You boys can't be kings of this game
And they say
And they say
Tell Me What They Say?

[Verse 2: Jason ledger]
When standing on life's edge I pay homage to sister sledge
I get lost in this music while huffing a can of lemon pledge
Trying to get high enough to escape the realm of soul edge
But I end up playing catch with my demon friends until the season ends
Passing bullets back and forth like a suicidal hedonist
Believe me this, seasoned mix of suicide and a dope lyricist makes it clear that I should kiss my doubts good bye, Touch the sky, and maybe even feel alright
But then again it's dumb and dumber coming through
"Man they just misfits, what the fuck they gonna do?"
I walk with a limp, which you mistake for that of a pimp
But it's really just a side effect for owning the mind of an imp
So don't be surprised, if you realize we stole ya eyes and ya girl and ya mind
Just walk it off you be fine!
But wait..that so stereotypical I mean two goblins stealing, that's so stereo-mythical
Can't play this shit on the radio or your stereo's critical
This the type of shit that make you grind ya teeth to minerals
Through my many a syllable
"That Jason's an oral criminal."
For those of you with dirty minds take my last line more literal
Like head shots on Xbox. messages not so subliminal
But really though, you feel me bro?
Came off the beat to preach a message
This music in my life, it really is just a blessing
So even through the dark jokes I gotta show you that I'm blessed
And my method is to do it through this lyrical wreckage

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