J.I.M. - Mr 16 bars [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

You are nothing in the game but a flat tire/
Another episode of a harsh liar/
You make me laugh like Richard Pryor/
A class clown act about to be strangled on top of barbed wire/
Sipping on that cut tree that carved cider/
Senses in the game like food in a web call me Spider/
World Domination promising no segregation of our species that's complicated/
Cross-examination my sinister situation cause its amalgamation of events to be equipped with full force elevation/
No time for mere detracts, digression, or deviation/
The equation hotter than Cajun never amazing' mid-air drift-n-rotation/
Its nevertheless not so worthless/
When i smoke my lines and verses with glaze under the furnace/

It's such a mystery/
The love we shared had so much chemistry/
We we were a perfect match like symmetry/
Now all i do is have fond memories/

Just another case to crack simply/