Dratchface - The Flow [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Sampled audio]
"The path is the master of love..."
Yeah, the master of love
"Away, away..."
Away
"The flow is the task of Earth today"
Yeah, the flow is the task
"There is no other way, there is no other way"
No other way, uh huh, yeah, word, check it out

"Sometimes it was known as The Tale of Pushtushkin the Gay Rabbi"

"Lie li lie, lie li li lie lie li lie, lie li lie, lie li lie lie lie li lie li li li lie lie"

"The flow is the task of Earth today"

[Verse 1: Dratchface]
I put a spell on you with my lyrical wizardry
Feel ill, like misery manifests itself physically
A busy bee, here it is in short like Mini Me
Gimme three verses, I'll pick this beat clean with raw delivery
Got MC's quivering while I stomp like Jurassic Park
Catch a spark, the bastard of rap and classic rock
He only spits misogynist shit, but so clever
Still, he don't have no female fans whatsoever
His stuff's no better than hood weed, an eerie churl
With a dreary girl, so shines a good deed in a weary world
A serial killer, iller than oncologists' patients
I'll drop all of this shit on your faces and top your playlists
Bumbling rappers get crumbled like Famous Amos
My game is ageless, I break down and just decay shit
Your style's abrasive like macing a date rapist
This whole scene is soft like clay, and I aim to shape it
Laser focus like LASIK
Like Keyser Soyze, my gait changes
Mysterious like strangers
The flow is fuckin outrageous

[Verse 2: Dratchface]
The words itch your mind a bit
You find the wit so tireless
Never a grind to sit through my new shit
Cause I do this so fine, you wish your rhymes were his
The beating's mine to give
'Stache like, Heineken, play G's like a violin
I'm bout to lose it, you're dumber than the shit you shine your shoes with
Yeah you, bitch, I'm through with this fine how-do-you-do shit
My shrew wit's conducive to MC's suckin huge dicks
When they're compared to this, the verse is just abusive
I'm goin batshit, rhymes tight like a ratchet
Yeah that's it, I got a case of basket
A throne is where Dratch sits to call the halfwits on their whack spits
MC's lack grit, they're plastic, it's tragic

[Verse 3: Dratchface]
Yo
Tell me who's the best, yo, screw the rest
I get the party crashin like Nujabes
I'm unscrupulous, shootin through your vest
Rhymes stocked like Tommy Chong's buddha chest
I'm useless when I'm computerless
And these humans are always so humorless
I put you to the test
But I'm all cooped up in my house all day cuz I'm too depressed
Don't stick a beginner before me, I'll rip up his innards
The pinnacle, a cynical sinner, untenable vigor
You've this to consider:
This old pistol will pick y'all off like the pick of the litter and cook you for dinner
I got MC's mad they can't top it
They're all standoffish and misanthropic
I chop it into random topics
I lost it, caused shit to spiral like an abandoned cockpit
I'm off the clock, bitch, album's under my belt
You're bummed, I can tell, I brought it unto myself
But worry not, I'll have new rhymes in due time
For now, why don't you just read back over the ones I just spat and see what you find?
Peace

[Sampled audio]
"So that's it. All my darkest fears, and...everything I'm capable of. That's me"