Hands One - Memo to the Wack MC Pt. 2 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Hands One]
Coming in like the Santa Ana winds
The cat hard to out stand like a mannequin
Beast with rhyme schemes, it's in his human nature
Preach what the mind dreams or settle for the paper
Thoughts grown out the dome someone call a landscaper
If cuties were land, then i'd have plenty acres
Mother F pops johns, nobody does it link me
Better beats and rhymes, shame on he who took me lightly
Rather radical, social status is mathmatical
The big picture in life is not expandable
Let the music talk, don't talk over the beats
Oops your cd got mistookin for my dog's frisbee
Chewed up and spit out like a stick of Wrigley's
Quickly, hands up like a groupie yelling "pick me"
Used to wake up like "mommy Big L's coming to get me"
Now i'm puttin' em to sleep like a sip of the codeine

[Bridge]

[Verse 2: Hands One]
Feeling vegan on these cats claiming that they're going ham
Same shit in every jam kid you fake as uncle sam
Real skills, not too many can match that
Hashtag, joint to a wax dab
You only look cool like a thug with no aim
Believe me i'm sincere you just got no name
And no hooks, yo your words are not strong
Bitches wouldn't talk to you if you were Cesar milan
I could go on and on like i read your fucking palm
Doing it all wrong that's why i gotta regulate
Hardly hate, but you're interfering with my sound space
You're ruining ears that don't know what sounds fake
I rhyme-sumo, lord hands uno
Slap your soul like jazz and leave you on a blue note
I ain't on the defensive yo nobody's coming after me
This is a memo to the wack MC

[Outro]
"Lord Hands Lord Lord Hands..."