Julius Myth - Pow [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]:
I got a dutch rolled, a real fat one
Pow, I lay my game down real flat son
I've got a lot of hands pullin' me directions
To little time to use all of my connections
I got a lot of friends I'm tryin' to live in my pace
My Face is not a Book, please get out of Myspace
Dear potable culture, there is no bigger picture
They follow Moses on water, they'll follow Myth on Twitter
Yeah

[Verse One]:
It's the Myth Man, ultimate hustler
Free tape every few months all for the customers
Grocery told me there's teachers and students
I'll tell you the rest of what he said but that just wouldn't be prudent
Werfmor over everything, nigga no play
Work more, work more, work, no snow day
So now I never sleep and never take a day off
Hopin' that it pay off, see y'all in the playoffs
Yeah, job security in the midst of all the layoffs
Boss off of my back and I'm hopin' that he stay off
Sorry I forgot that I'm unemployed
I mean I'm self employed
I mean I'm fun employed
Yeah, I I do what I love with so much soul
Clutch got a glass of apple juice plus a dutch rolled
Check my last run, check my stat son
My rookie card say enough, big fat bum
You know I got a..

[Hook]:
I got a dutch rolled, a real fat one
Pow, I lay my game down real flat son
I've got a lot of hands pullin' me directions
To little time to use all of my connections
I got a lot of friends I'm tryin' to live in my pace
My Face is not a Book, please get out of Myspace
Dear potable culture, there is no bigger picture
They follow Moses on water, they'll follow Myth on Twitter
Yeah

[Verse Two]:
Twiddle Dee, Twiddle Dumb
Thread the needle son
I hit you with some lighthearted rhymes if you're in need of some
I guess it's not the time
Show me where you bleedin' from
Style is multilingual you can't understand or see the tongue
Push keys on organs and breathe with lungs
Drink liquors till my liver's a pool like where The Beatles from
Liverpool fool, you know I keeps it old school
They say he looks so cool layin' back on his toadstool
Control freak don't let me hear a squeak from your old sneaks
I roll deep, my crew is watchin' y'all the whole week
Time to go eat
Come meet me once for lunch
Take a bunch it packs a punch
With an aftertaste like Crunch-N-Munch
Brain splatter, the same rappers and lame actor
Chain snatchin' is jerked on instead of off and came backwards
Or did they leave?
Am I comin' or goin'?
When it's sunny I'm glowin' but still have fun when it's snowin'
And you know I got a

[Hook]:
I've got a dutch rolled, a real fat one
Pow, I lay my game down real flat son
I've got a lot of hands pullin' me directions
To little time to use all of my connections
I got a lot of friends I'm tryin' to live in my pace
My Face is not a Book, please get out of Myspace
Dear portable culture, there is no bigger picture
They follow Moses on water, they'll follow Myth on Twitter
Yeah