Humphrey The First - 40 Ounce Of Freedom [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Humphrey The First]
Word to the messiah about to spit fire
You dare touch my saliva your heat stroke will go higher
The mic's what I require
When I hit the stage or I'll catch rage if I get no buyer
To my tickets, fuck that nigga Exquire
Walkin' straight when I get drunk off
This 40 Ounce, afro kid can't take my funk off
Your flow's a joke you rap a laugh or you can either fuck off
And niggas lackin' rhymes trust me don't try me cause I'll put your luck off
My syllables are more toxic than periodic table compounds without the ether
"Phosphorus" I can kill you without that either
Word to my niggas on the corner that call coke a rock that evaporates
Give 'em a joint and watch as the smoke levitates
(Rappers ain't ill) I'm sicker than the illest rapper with syphilis
My skill goes beyond Rap City boarder lines hittin' metropolis
We tryna run PMB like the DMC in the Golden Era
The era we tryna bring back for the cheddar

[Verse 2: Izuna]
It's the daemon of the hate mail
So much work you could weigh it on eight scales
Young Narutard bars scared sparring with the eight tails
Spitting that halal raw carving from a steak meal
Armed robber on a car chase who escaped jail
Freer than a great whale
Rapping like a monster sipping lava and just ate nails
Making things to hang you from a motherfucker's entrails
Powered up like Solidus
Solid hits get deposited
Stomp em into a pile of shit
As soon as a coward balled his fists
Now he's all over the floor bawling and just apologizing
Caution or this God will leave you left in coffins coughing without oxygen
Driving a jalopy, couldn't care what the mileage is
Shootin' rockets out the roof Decepticon Transformer shit
Modern Broadsword bard spitting barbed words you should call it quits
Bahamut fire spitting from the vocal orifice
Izuna curb stomp battle rap it's all politics
That red button in an Oval office type knowledge the
God ruler
Raw schooler
Broad hotter than Azula
I'm ze Eisen faust Kazuya
Calling out all shooters
Can it like raw tuna
Butcher em like Abdullah
Wander in these plaid Pumas
Confident wrongdoer
They bite it like Dracula
Hit 'em with that bazooka
Invade em like paratroopers