Grind Time Now - Arsonal vs Conceited [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Round 1- Arsonal] @ 1:02

Arsonal's a household name, a known fact that'll get you far
Conceited? That's something a lot of ugly bitches are
Shoot at ya whip, bullets will flip ya car
I grip ya jaw and pull ya little face apart with a fucking Jiu-Jitsu cloth
I'm a G, keep it a hundred and three
Turn around little man, you square enough to live in that pineapple under the sea
Now Grindtime hit me back up, Lush put a few more stacks up
Sent a new mission, a stool pigeon gotta be hit, with a mac truck
So I'ma play the mac truck, guess who got the pigeon role?
A midget troll; Conceited, he softer than a tissue role
You ain't supposed to kiss and tell, but I kiss and told
Hey, ya sister hole is deep enough to hide a fishing pole
You a retard, ya coach told you to pick and roll
This nigga started eating his boogers after he picked his nose
Smelling his finger when he done wiping
You a wanna be thug who'll do anything for a gun license
Talking this ratchet and that one
You wack son, I'll slap you with the plastic off a cap gun
Fuck rhyming, why battle rap you?
I'll tie ya little ass to the pool table and shoot the cue ball into ya Adams apple
And Passwurdz and that fat nigga earlier, they some lames
Said my name so I had to spit bout you
Talking that Okwerd shit I should have Brain Peoples come and slap the shit out you
C'mon, for 3 stacks? That's chump change
He fuckin all these young dames
His life would've been more if his father left him as a cum stain
Or even flushed you down the toilet in a rubber condom
Every time ya mother hide her dildos your bother find 'em
Y'all be playing pass the rubber dick, on some other shit
Two stupid fags claiming SuperBad, Mclovin it!
Do me a favor, get a job, go learn to tie ya shoes
And stop beating ya dick with ya spermicidal lube
Con never was a con man
Con just had a lot of shit in common with Dennis Rodman, goddamn!
You claim you could beat me?
You lame and you stay in a Tipi!
You say names when you play with ya pee pee!
You tend to play games, but you ain't change completely!
"Ain't he ugly?" C'mon my nigga, you claim you could beat me?!
Listen... Go 'head....
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[Round 1- Conceited] @ 3:43

To get at this faggot I ain't have to do no research on him
They kept calling my phone like, "Yo I got mean dirt on him"
You still live at home with ya pops and you broke with no wealth
Then Darell Jones dropped a video blog exposing himself
You put it on the net for all us to see
But this faggot is Darell Jones Jr. so the fruit don't fall far from the tree
I'm palming the heat and the toaster will spark ya
The chrome ruger will drop Jones Junior like Antonio Tarver
Now you know he's a goner, I got bars like a charged phone
From the view I see a bitch that's talking but you not a Star, Jones
I'm a hard stone, you rough as a brillo
Nah you that skittles type you bout as a dangerous as Sisqo... in a pillow fight
Lush will call you a faggot, Plax might say you a pussy hole
They see me, think of murder and torture
But you softer than cookie dough
I see you and see butterflies and tootsie rolls
Cause' he the type to do the Butterfly and the tootsie roll
Listen I'm the type that'll dick ya wife, you go down, you a muff diver
Ya bitch gave me dome while you sit at home like an Umpire
But you not safe, you better put on locks/LOX like a Ruff Ryder
Cause' I roll with big semis like a truck tire and they open caps like a sun visor
I'll run in his house and let the snub fire and then put the cans to ya 6 pack like Budweiser
It don't matter what step you on Ars I'm one higher
Cause' I'll be damned if I lose to elementary school bus driver
That's not a punchline, that's a real fact! I don't know why he's braggin'
You wake up 5 am to hop on that cheese wagon
You don't grip pounds and have the gun shooting
You tell kids, "Sit down" while the bus moving!
You never did a drive-by real slow and shoot chrome
Only time you drive by real slow is in the school zone
So all that lying make you look real soft
I'll catch you while you on the job, dropping kids off
Shoot at him but I won't miss the bus I ain't Kriss Kross
Shots hit the window, the gas tank, the tires might rip and tear
Y'all can call it the magic school bus cause' I'll make it disappear
This little square is in a group called Cash Addicts
And you think your clique proper?
If you such a cash addict, how come you couldn't handle a Rich Dolar?
That's cause' you get nada, everything you earn is useless
How you addicted to cash, but broke? Y'all more like allergic to it
Them burners shooting from all the triggers I touch
Since y'all addicted to cash, I'll keep giving him bucks!
The inf is a must if I spit millies
You could be the second nigga that get a red neck like a hillbilly
It don't matter what you poppin' Ars, you could spit 50
You won't hit me, all ya shots gonna miss cause' you from Brick City
But you wanna be from New York, but you soft as pudding
I know you Jersey niggas wanna come to NY
Cause' even the Nets wanna come to Brooklyn
But I know real killers in Montgomery, Booker T and Lafayette
You getting loud like you'll break my neck
Pussy you nervous and wouldn't even break a sweat
I spray the tech and I clutch and burst pipes
I'm the type to make sparks fly like love at first sight
We should've battled on the first night
How you gon' judge me but you don't bang hammers?
I'll spray blamma's, it's a wrap for your head like a bandanna
Aim at his dreads and I'll pop them locks like a break dancer
Give me a straight answer
I heard last time you left Cali faster than a Corvette
Cause' them real crips found out you threw up the wrong set
You was in ya hotel room all stressed and y'all think this pussy will bang?
How you gangsta, but you sweet? What you part of? The Sugar Hill Gang?
Now you looking real lame, I swear Ars is a mess
This whole time shows you an actor
That's the only reason you part of a set
I'm sparking the tech, Uzi's and hecklers
Since you gangsta acting, I'll stick to the script
And shoot at ya set like a movie director
All them movements and gestures just show that Ars is fake
He never sparked the 8
You a serial/cereal killer just cause' you ate Frosted Flakes?
But I don't want y'all to take that that's some sort of hate
Since you from Jersey I'll put you all in the dirt
Now y'all really can be the Garden State
But I fuck with the bricks so I ain't saying that y'all all are lame
But if y'all keep reppin' Ars name
And he say Jersey thru his blood and thru all his veins
I'ma get rid of the bricks like a ball and crane
And then retire Jersey like the hall of fame...
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