E.R.K. the Red - Ill Cosby [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1: Ill Cosby, Hammurabi to the Third Party
Lobbying beat breaks from each state, it ain't just a hobby
Bars are lofty; I steal sticks from Sid Crosby
It'll cost ye an arm and a leg for me, papi
A Rebel Rouser with the prowess of Doogie Howser
Got the power of Bowser, y'all bitches barely some mini schnauzers
Sniffing your flowers. Gimme 30 minutes to an hour
And your girl'll scour through my trousers in search of a golden shower
Nasty as Nas's nostrils, colossal blue waffles third isle at Costco
And offer to sleep in the most awful of brothels
With the most docile of prostitutes., Best salute the apostle
Through gospels, rituals, new Negro spirituals
Lyrical novels - I'm Pulitzer's Prized ho
Unrivaled upon arrival; kicked down the door with no rifle, still had niggas stifled
Spit 'til arch-rivals suicides or I'm the fittest for survival
Archetypal of ya idols and my tribe's the disciples
Spitting rhymes out the bibles, to get you high without bring out 5 like Michael
Reprise of Clyd the Glyde's prime on the mic
I'm Olajuwon to the toms, beating breaks like Ike
And yet we still find the time just to roll up these dimes?
Tina down the riverside, sipping wine until I wither and die

Verse 2: Third eye rhymes with 9 lives, alive in all 5 dimensions
Where legends lecture lessons via Smiff-N-Wessuns
Repress the best the best of the west, decease the beasts in the east
Slappin' ya mouth with Southern clout 'til lips swell like yeast
Word on the streets, and your papers - y'all should read all about it
"Red's like Priest, running in and out of homes and houses"
And quotes about: "That trout nigga better get his karma
Shove a gout toe down his throat." And, yo, that's just from his momma
Walk a fine line between Dahmer and the Dalai Lama
Tryna stay straight, but all that ganja's causing blunt force trauma
We got mad Buddha like I'm ripping off Siddhartha Gautama a hundred dollas for the finest marijuana
True gentleman and a scholar; a young Skywalker tryna make Amadala by baby mama
Spit that fast, call me the Ramadan rhymer
Y'all just some mini-E's, copying styles like a fucking diorama
Fuck all that drama, save that for TNT, man
Red's a baller - stay tuned E's penis (ESPN), ya
Fuck all that drama, save that for TNT, man