Hippy-Green - The Muskete3rs Cypher [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Nylo999]
There's three of us here
Watch us muster fear
This sounds weird, but ya'll can call us the musketeers
If you try to decipher this Cypher
It will take all the time in your life up
It was written by the best
That are 3 times better than the rest
All the shit you write just bores in your head
Living like that, you should already be dead
Of course I'll endorse more Payne, than Max's second name
Make your career go down the drain
With no one else but yourself to blame like Lil' Wayne
In this rap game all you choose is the claim to fame
But we aim for more, and our rhymes do not bore
My words are like a lyrical miracle
That are the pinnacle of the cynical essence of my nature
Talking about my nature I dwell in hell
You die in hell, I dine in there
Without so much of a care because
In my mind I battle with myself
Because its I vs I and me vs You
All of you should hold the grenade throw the pin away
Because the three musketeers are here
And we will muster up the fear

[Verse 2: Six W]
I can't make any sense
My brain is just to dense
Like the titanic, my brains in the sink
Slowly sinking through icy waters
Moving no faster than a tortoise
This rap fails to have a purpose
I might just have to knife ya
Unless you can decipher
These codes
You keep on pushing me, Ima go over the edge
I'll have to grab my sledge
Speeding down the hill, living life to the full
Not cracking my hull, going out on the pull
Going to work on the till, surprised my name ain't bill
Following the rules playing by them too
I'm too bad-ass to break things
Not good enough to have a fling
Your notifications will be ping-ing up when I invite you to Farmville
In which you'll respond with:
"Ima kill you"
And you'll chase me to the top of ma mill
All this pressure
To be all mainstream like Ke$ha
Think I'd rather be hated by ya
Than sing that shit for ya
I'm in it for the music, not all that shit you all call cool
I'd rather choke to death in a pool
You see that's why im no tool!

[Verse 3: Hippy-Green]
Yeah, Six W, Nylo999 oh boy look at the time
I commit a crime enforced by Einstein with every line
Every time that I scribble down a rhyme, the syllable's fine
Forget the time, look at the date, cos this years divine
We're living in 2012 AD
This year's High-Detail, man ain't that crazy
I guess you can that shit 'AD-HD'
I don't really care if you hate me
If you think you faze me
Don't be lazy come forth and face me
Me and my rap brothers from other mothers
Will smother and cover you with our green sickness style
And other putrid colors
Even old Mother Hubbard uncovered more inside her cupboard
Than what you have discovered in your whole fucking life time
Or what you have ever mustered
I'm like the Pied Piper on this Cypher as my rhymes get sicker
Making people follow me because my music, I don't need no Twitter
I'm an unstoppable criminal with incredible syllables, let everybody know
That the tick-tock rap time bomb is about to blow
I'm so bright with this rap shite, I think i'll start to glow
Don't be pessimistic just listen to my carnage flow
I'll go ballistic so avoid making my damage grow
I ain't a statistic so don't call me an 'average Joe'
Yo...