I.K.P. - MAGiC! [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro:]
MAGIC! (8x)

[Chorus: I.K.P. + Swanny River]
Crown Vicky sideways on vogues (MAGIC!!)
Watch the inches disappear inside the throat (MAGIC!!)
(Repeat 4x)

[Pre-Verse: I.K.P.]
My first luxury car would be a Porsh-ah!
To drive by every shady whore snatching tracks like her name was Ken-Yah!
But no free rides, or meal tickets
No free rides, or meal tickets

Guess I really am ignorant
Guess I’ll have to ignore your rants, ok?
But, no free rides, or meal tickets
No free rides, or meal tickets

[Verse 1]:
You was hoping
You would get chosen
But we was hoping
You put on lotion
Look like a slow pimp, with no slogan
A monkey, and a token
Cuz they don’t fuck with you
You just a colored dude
With a wig on, and ugly fucking shoes
Looking remedial
What’s the fucking use?
Hog spit and hog-tie me
Going HAM, but I’m cutting loose

[Chorus I.K.P. + Swanny River]::
Crown Vicky sideways on vogues (MAGIC!!)
Watch the inches disappear inside the throat (MAGIC!!)
(Repeat 4x)

[Pre-Verse: I.K.P.]
My first luxury car would be a Porsh-ah!
To drive by every shady whore snatching tracks like her name was Ken-Yah!
But no free rides, or meal tickets
No free rides, or meal tickets

Guess I really am ignorant
Guess I’ll have to ignore your rants, hoe!
But, no free rides, or meal tickets
No free rides, or meal tickets

[Verse 2: I.K.P.]
Scrappin with these niggas
Ain’t no lifetime peace
Set a hoe straight one time; get the DDT
Y’all know I’m living for the Lort
My peace be still
Uncle got the diamond-studded piece of steal
Pray Jesus heal
Prez don’t get no blood on his hands
The suit too clean
I am so ordained; you smelling like you ain’t home-trained
Get ya sweaty mitts ‘way from the chrome-plated bish
Paying tabs, credit so legit, act like you know the biss

[Chorus: I.K.P. + Swanny River]
Crown Vicky sideways on vogues (MAGIC!!)
Watch the inches disappear inside the throat (MAGIC!!)
(Repeat 4x)

[Verse 3: I.K.P.]:
Big tings a gwan
Wanti-Wanti can’t get it
Am I doing too much or you ain’t doing enough
(Holla at a scholaaaaar!)
Getti-getti nah wanti
You ain’t a clone; you’re a dull drone from the doldrums

Surreptitious; yo I’m vicious
Why would you insist on envisioning me in any other position?
Ever since I enlisted, never been timid
Rippin shit as if it was a petition
To diminish my assembly of wickedness
Cannibalistic misfit
If you pitch me into the pits, I’ll be rippin
Skins like when Michael Vick played Hunger Games with his pits
I can’t conclude which new fag get the noose gag
Could it be the douchebag with the Beats headphones-
Or the cruising youth with the rude act?
I don’t really want it with them boys
Where the fuck are their mentors?
They the type with rosebuds, but close up, they really hemorrhoids
You was busy discriminating while my words are reverberating
Clip a finger with a cigar cutter, fry it in the cast iron; serve a hater
Game is easy but he go hard
I pick the pen up, you get wrote off
I done told yall don’t hold off
Shake ya load off, get ya soul tossed
Take Zoloft; you sound depressed
Better yet, lemme take ya breath
Symbicort may save you dudes
When I disrobe, you get the naked truth

You say you going hard but I got maaad doubts
Cuz yo assss out all in that baaaath house
Soak you like the Atlantic with my blaaaack spout
All in that baaaad mouth
Till you gaaaaag out

[Chorus I.K.P. + Swanny River]:
Crown Vicky sideways on vogues (MAGIC!!)
Watch the inches disappear inside the throat (MAGIC!!)
(Repeat 2x)