Goodfellas - The Cypher [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jimmy 2X]
Can't believe you bitches breathing, but that's so temporary
For now I'm making commas, fuck the game, missionary
You're hating on me, but I won't change or fall
There's no change to solve, I'm not strange at all
Making shit that faggots never knew, you know I'm on that
So let me start by telling you that you don't want that combat
See my guns are large, my eyes are redder than the front of Mars
Jimmy 2X will leave you with the rugged bars

[Verse 2: Skitzophreniac]
You suck worse than a crack-whore giving head while a few teeth missing
Skitzo, Jimmy 2 & 9 with Knucklehead, we mean business
Everybody shut your windows & lock your doors, cause we spitting
We laying down a few rules, so look alive & please listen
Coming off like Jason with a machete & a hockey mask
And then I'll send you to the morgue in a motherfucking body bag
Fuck these new trends, I said fuck 'em cause I'm not a fag like you so don't you ever disrespect me, hope you copy that
Fuck you pussies I'm the cat's meow
I'll throw a fist like Pacquiao, 1 hit will have you passing out
Oh you thought I was a joke? Well who's laughing now?
I'll show up at your house & destroy you, yeah I'm cracking down
Ain't no psychos in this game, I'm the only one
My brain is on backwards, my heart is blacker than a smoker's lungs
Step to the mic, & I go off like Rambo with a loaded gun
Got some shit to say? I suggest you hold your tongue

[Verse 3: 9 Lives]
I'll blow the game up with a spirit bomb
Just you kill you rappers, then I'll go to clear the bong
Fucking faggots now I'm high as hell, I'll toss 'em high as hell
They ain't shit, they better listen before I prevail
They're better off shutting the fuck up, cause their writing fails
They might as well drop dead like life in jail
I can tell that they're pissed off
They spit soft, so I figure I take 6 saws
And 2 Jigsaws, break all their legs & put 'em in a criss cross
Now lick balls, like disgusting sick dogs
I'll take a razor blade to cut their god damn lips off, now get lost
Got a problem with that? This is lyrical apocalypse rap
I'm like a rhinoceros strapped with gats
That shoot out hippopotamus fat
Dropping the facts, you won't get shot with a mac
But you'll definitely get thrown in the air & fucking dropped on your back
You're honestly whack, don't constantly brag you fucking comedy act even though I'll probably laugh

[Verse 4: Knucklehead]
My 5 senses are heightened, I'm fighting like Mike Tyson
Ear biting, heat coming off of my pen, it's stifling
The 4 horsemen, starting war for more land
Visions of the dead hang from your ceiling fan
A serial killer with a forced hand, stabbing you in the torso over & over again
Leave you bleeding out in a school van for a kindergarten class to walk in
The vision of precision takes peeling out of your outer skin
The Goodfellas grudging up raising hell again
Run out & tell a friend
My thoughts are sicker than Charles Manson convincing women to kill for him
The rhyme's I'm spitting will brainwash each & every citizen
To take their outstanding lifespan & Knucklehead's a fucking god to them