Kiddo Fisto - Sit Lyke Buddah [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yup
Money Money

[Bridge: Kiddo Fisto]

Pick up the mic
Spit out the lines
Pick up the grind
One spliff at a time

Pick up the mic
Pick up the grind
Spit out the lines
One spliff at a time

[Verse: Kiddo Fisto]

Puff puff pass, yes that's the rhythm
Back to kill 'em
Killing the
Industry
Free from the penitentiary
They mentally implant in we us
Americans
Scared us with these terrorists
Televised Desert Fox
And Fox can't even broadcast a pair of tits
Damn
But fuck it
This ain't about mocking some puppets
Naw
Straight love and how to reconstruct it
It's a must if we wanna prosper
Write proper conquer these bonkers
I'm Skrillex at a concert
Not Sure
If this is real life
Pinching my nose to see if I ain't dreaming like
Lucid Lucid
'Bout to lose it for this music
A threat to the game call me Putin, ruthless
Stupids, Put the mic away
I'm poppin' like kernels in the microwave
Yeah that was corny I know
Phone the 5-0
He going psycho
Maestro on the loose
Lose the loot dudes
This is the true Money Money
Paper?
Not wantin' it
Often get
Compliments on this true mother fucking dough
This love for the mic
Is one of a kind
Fuck up your shine
One song at a time
My gun is my rhymes
And my Knife is my puns
You want some advice, you might want to run
Quite some talent this dude got in his medulla
Real shit, the kid done grew up, used to
Steal shit and card theft, Now I do
Sit like Buddha