Exile - Klepto [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
It's your boy, so go home boy
Back to your crib, unemployed
While I play like a little boy
And get paid, major, don't dennoy
You're loving, the way I make noise
Playing with my MPC toys
Back off of me, cause you think you're hard you're all soft to me
Your beats, they sound a little off to me
I don't nod my head, just look at you awkwardly
You should just rip the ears off of me
Cause I don't lie, I can take a shit openly
That's whack, put it back
Even Angelo was better than that
I turn your snare into your face getting smacked like
(Strat!)

[Hook]
I'ma let you know what I'm about
You ain't about shit
I'm about to take the MPC out of your fucking house
I'ma let you know what I'm about
And you ain't about shit
And I'm about to take the MPC out of your fucking house

[Verse 2]
And it's all too silly, to me
They take it too sincerely
I'm jack tripping all, so don't you get near me or
3's a company dog
Quit playing Mr. Philly, huh?
Without a doubt, I turn it out, ... all about
Exile's in the fucking house... you will know what's up
Shit Exile's fucking nuts uppercuts of the grill of the weak and pulling dresses up
So I can reveal what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up
I'm extra tough, plus I'm extra nuts
I got 4 balls 2 dicks and 3 sluts
One for the cunt, one for the butt
One to juggle 3 balls, the one that's left you could suck

[Hook]
I'ma let you know what I'm about
Apparently you ain't about shit
To knock the microphone out of your fucking mouth
I'ma let you know what I'm about
And you ain't about shit
So I'm about
To knock the microphone out of your fucking mouth

[Verse 3]
Get it out, it doesn't belong there
In your face, I put my arms there
Better yet, during a show, I create a bomb scare
I'm like, everybody get out, it's gonna blow, get out of here
That's the only way your shit's gonna blow unless it blows like it sucks
It does though so
I guess you blow bro
You better go home listen to my demo in slow mo
Mo, mo, mo, motion, coast to coasting
I be boasting broads in the motherfucking sushi that's still alive in the ocean
Haters talk shit but still rewind, like oh shit
Exile's whack but still he's the dopest
Beat maker, scratcher, and hip hop vocalist
Heater's hot like, "He's smoking this mic tell Cherry inhale and start choking bitch"
But really I'm not joking this
Me with a gift that ticks, open it

[Hook]
I'ma let you know what I'm about and you ain't about
Shit, so I'm about, to take the turn tables out your fucking house
I'ma let you know what I'm about and you ain't about
Shit, so I'm about, to take all your equipment out your fucking house