Grip Grand - Stupidrapper (Superrapper Redux) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[intro]

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

Superrapper
Who everyone hates
Where the love at?
My fresh utility belt where I keep my nokia at
My mobile [?] don't make me have to go ahead and hate you

[Grip Grand]

Yo man, knock that shit off, man (hey what?)
What did I just say about that shit?
That's why it's stupid because you don't listen
Now, look, you just sing the hook
And we'll get along fine (that shit's dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb)
Besides man, you're fronting, if you really wanted to be honest
This is how your verse would go

[Verse 1]

I’m so stupid I failed the IQ test
I’m dumb like a mute is
In class I’m assed out like a nudist
On quizzes it’s all like when did’s and who is this
Man, I don’t know the capital of Ohio and Idaho
Why hide it
I don’t have a clue about what two divided by pi is
Go ask the cross eyed kids
That love to eat, breathe and sleep science and math and stuff
I don’t really get into that too much
Listen to rap too much heard the world was ignorant and ugly
I learned to dumb it down and now the party people love me
I brought my own dunce cap to match the platinum pendant
So tremendous that it makes me bend over like a hunchback
I’m convinced that the government runs rap to make us all complacent
Like cheap take-out, playstation and [?]
I went along with it
The people love to hear me spit it
As long as cash money and crime is involved with it
Just give me champagne in the club and I’ll sip it
Give me lame cliches and I’ll wow the DJs
It ain’t even about if you’re nice now in these days and times
That rapper is smart, he paid for rhymes
I slave to write mine while he played to the lowest
Denominator but his navigator is the dopest

I slave to write mine and just look where it got me
I whip the Jalopy my fists were all sloppy
But I learned a valuable lesson from watching bad videos
Seeing the same ignorant shit in mad videos
TV told me how to get rich and turn phony
Just talk like a dummy
You’ll make lots of money
And conscious hip-hop was short-lived like a fruit fly
I don’t know about you guys but
I act my shoe size
It ain't much, though I do wear a thirteen
I won’t touch a book
I don’t know what the words mean

[Hook]

I’m dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
It’s too dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
It’s so dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
It’s all dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
It’s real dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

Man I can’t answer questions
I only say, mom, it ain’t cool to be smart where I’m from
They play dumb

(all my niggas act dumb and get smart when cops come)

So don’t try to interview me when your tape machine’s playing
My five favorite words are “you know what I’m saying?”

(all my niggas act dumb and get smart when cops come) x3