Ghettosocks - Stolen Kicks [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Ghettosocks]
Yo, it's the kid with the Megatron grill about to blast
Socks without the frames like Optimus Prime without the mask
Just don't look right
And you're a bad accident out the passenger side window, so don't look right
Alpha Flight stencils all outside of your workplace
So you always thinking 'bout us when you're out on your smoke break
'New-movement rappers', we kill 'em in piles
We're simply better than your homeboys, you're still in denial - face it
I'm obligated to leave the stage obliterated
Spittin' this verbatim a way to get you broad titillated
Pick up a Bic and scribble riddles so the critics praise it
Flick a fader to rip a crater where your fitted had laid at
Get real, shorty said I got sex appeal?
Well 'bow-chicka-wah-wah', I bet the betty's sweats'll peel
Moral of the story: I don't have to flex the steel
But still put heat to chests so you learn how a pearl necklace feels

[Hook x2]
(Get 'em Socks) No doubt, you know we got skills
While these midgets ain't equipped to rep the lollipop guild
Yo Bix, they over with, I keep it moving like stolen kicks
Strolling through the frozen snowin' Canada's cold as a bitch

[Verse 2: PH]
PH, aka Facepuncher P
Fresher than red snapper straight out the fucking sea
Crispy as a Benji out Diddy's pocket
When I'm on stage ain't no question, 'Did he rock it?'
Ghettosocks is the mellow profit
Me? I'm more of a Hell Boy: one punch knock you eye out the socket
New Jordan Fusions on, the Tribe edition
I got the flyest women in my division
In designer linen, flyness is my addiction
And if you try to test me, word to Gretzky, I'll high-stick 'em
Mess up their eye's vision 'til they cry limpin'
Then I strip 'em of their fly kicks and
Drag them through the snow cause they lacking with the flow
How they manage to get dough was by acting like a ho
PH: one sixth of Bullet Tooth Tony
These new kicks? They bullet-proof, homie

[Hook x2]

[Interlude]

[Verse 3: Ghettosocks]
It's night time, and while you babysitters write rhymes
We hit the streets like Batman out to fight crime
Peace to bombing addicts, watch me palm the planet
Got your girl spittin' seeds like she's gnawing on a pomegranate
In the club cameras swivel for the best angle
Catch vandals grip black mops like a tech handle
Ghostbustin', Marsha's mellow man'll get mangled
So lean back like parallelograms to rectangles
Beatbox? that's the same thing as mouth-farting
Rather eat box with my tongue south darting
Don't play kid, cause I'll show up at your house party
Sipping orange pekoe tea-dot without 'Cardi
And I don't need any weapons to wet your clique
My hands can reach into your chest just like a bag of ketchup chips
Your homie's passed out, then I'll tag your man
Wake up grill covered with an Alpha Flight ambigram

[Hook x2]

[Outro]