GEDA The Genius - Sales Bonanzá [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: GEDA The Genius]


Don't get mad or get even I get more money
Blow up, whole countries, talk to me
Gods trade papers, saying "in I they trust"
So I body squads, 5 for 1
(It's been a Sales bonanza)


[Verse 1: GEDA The Genius]


I'm up in speakers, who the fuck is Justin Bieber?
A slut with a hundred fever couldn't fuck wit GEDA
The Virgin Mother pushing Jesus wasn't coming cleaner
If she had a nun and priest hum this underneath her
I just need a boricua with mean jugular, bubble butt
Roll my weed up where I can see her
She a keeper, I mean I seen uglier
But she ain't got enough money to be a diva
See-ya, like the cheese on a caesar, I mean the salad
I could of easily have said pizza, like we Italian
But we be them niggas that breathe the beef and violence
And get greasy as the scalp of somebody that need a stylist
Wowzers, head and shoulders above 'em, like some trousers
I should be a top of some tower, like I'm bowser
You ain't even fuckin' with none of my young bowsers
I don't walk around with these thug bouncers to pluck flowers
Gone for a while I was getting shit done
Y'all could borrow my style, but no one hitting my blunt
Until you father a child, you little niggas my sons
Here's a list of lyricists living that give it up:
It goes me, Kendrick, Cory Gunz……………………
Damn, guess I ain't have to say the names all at once
You rappers have to be on that haterade or that stuff
For that whack shit, never mind training day take a month
Off and practice it's Crack bitch


You're going to MacArthur Park at night?
Yeah. My squad's going to sell some Gucci bags
Lt's a sales bonanza


[Verse 2: Grand Wizzard MC]

Apologies if I come off arrogant or conceited
But its hard believing my current allegiance ain't best in the region
Bitch is you tweakin? That's The Reason These niggas in my hood don't ask for features
Why? Cause they'd know we beat 'em
It's like Ether
If I speak it then I mean it
Food For your dying minds nigga you need it, you should eat it
It's after dark at all times so please don't feed these creatures
You looking' for troubLe comin' 'round my courts, fuck your subpoenas
Ready to paper shred it, fuck niggas who hate excessive
Cause we came to make the game change direction, they can't accept it
From a young age, statutory raping beats
Who you label greatness we could break his teeth & hang his seeds
We make the scenes they pay to see, but since we create to teach
We made it free so study up a tape of me
Shut up & take a seat
Wrote this werse getting a Manicure & foot massage
To these Kings you nothing but rooks & pawns to look upon
Distribute crack to masses my passions rapping & cooking raw to hook them on
GLobal control for all the crooks we brought
Run inside your living quarters to stick dick to daughters
Of niggas caught up on hating on us cause they bitch support us
Don't trust a fucking souL, that's what a friendship taught us
Vicious slaughters of lyrics a million corpses depict in portraits
Rigamortus from Killing artists that's feeling froggish
Your tiny souls can;t fiLL his Jordan's remember often the Wizzards bonkers


[Hook: GEDA The Genius]

Don't get mad or get even I get more money
Blow up, whole countries, talk to me
Gods trade papers, saying "in I they trust"
So I body squads, 5 for 1
(It's been a Sales bonanza)