Jazz Robinson - Kung Fu (Produced by Jeff Gore) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jazz Robinson]

A young Mac since a Raptor, I work Magic with a Rocket
Get Knicked if you're out of pocket
Spur of the moment, my condolence
How you gonna survive in the room with the omen
5 percenter, conversing with a Roman Catholic
Young baptist turned rap apparatus
I had them raps mastered while ya'll was up in them classes
Eating snacks and being average
But, that's tragic cause now I got the juice
Something like Chappelle when he parodied Roots
Get off the stoop, scrape your plate
Take your girl, leave her with The Undertaker face
It's like
Eyes up youngblood watch how a King works
It's kinda like kicking up dirt
This shit is fun I ain't the one God
I'm Ra(w) like wrestling the Sun, God
Ya'll done
Bar none, bars is on freedom
Add a O into the mix, you're bound to get sick
Shit
Listen, there's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
You ain't gotta listen to me, but fear Jeff
OS got now, give a fuck who got next
You gon' hit me with tweets and speed texts?
The arms fantastic, see how the reach stretch
Get your soul impeached, no reset
Shit, in class you was voted the least best
In everything
You ain't anything, I'm everything
Anywhere
Anytime, battle mode
Grindtime
Outshine, anybody steppin' to these rap lines
Guaranteed to get on a beat and leave it a flatline
They talkin' bout backpack rhyming
This that click-clack, get back, I'll snatch that rhyming
That, bellybutton touchin' my back, that rhyming
That, one bowl, two packs yea that's that Ramen, nigga
That's that Ramen...