KCLS - Introductions [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Ya probably never heard of me
Word, it just occurred to me
Forever word clever, whatever
You couldn't learn to be
An expert, sure
Slur a curse over a verse
Absurd to me
I'll take a blunt ride in my hearse
I'm K-C-L-S
Illest, the best no jest
Yo, I put the other rap to the test
Hittin' on blunts when the beat's on a rest
I cook the mic all night, spice with a zest
It's nice right, the flows you know go so tight
Gettin' high when I write, sip a drink full of spite
Think like a Sprite, my lines taste so sweet
Other rappers think I cheat slappin' raps on a beat

Yo, I bring no compunction just a proper introduction
Gettin' drunk in the back, so many blunts I can't function
Then I blow up a stage like it's a fuckin' eruption
No luck, just the logic like a proof by induction
Puffin' chronic supersonic and becomin' iconic
Killin' all the other rappers like a plague bubonic, I'm on it
...Rappin', just a bit too honest
Droppin' bomb shit sippin' gin 'n tonic

Told ya I'm the illest, still be the chillest
When I'm makin' a kill, so cold, yo for real it's
Like Morpheus explainin' to a bitch which pill is
Which, ask ya bitch and she should know what the deal is
She like, oh yo that's KC on the track
She like to come to my show and take a trip in the back
She been trippin' all night by the look in her eyes
Even Lucy in the Sky think I'm a bit too fly

An Argentinian Menem before he needed hair dye
No question, yo Lennon said I get too high, and why?
Ya gotta ask like I'm back in a class
I take too many shots and smoke...too much grass
And I'm all about... hittin' that ass
Take a lass make a pass, and get in that bitch
Turn the bitch on like I'm flippin' a switch
This shit is a cinch when they know that ya rich

They know I'm so sick, got a real thick dick
Weed scent on my clothes, cuz the smoke done stick
Breathin' in air then I blow out a rhyme
I write raps faster than I roll up a dime
That's how it goes, yo, all my raps and my shows, ya know
I'm killin' time organizin' fire in lines
And shine like the cherry on the head of the blunt
I burn holes in ya brain like Molly does to ya mind

You can find me kickin' shit any time of the day
I'm full of it, I spit until there's nothin' to say
I'm pullin' cheese out the bank like they make 3's in LA
Like Kobe and the Lakers makin' fadeaway plays, hey