Kyle, Futuristic, D-WHY - Rock The Bells Cypher [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Kyle]

Okay so yo how you doin' hi!
I like all real shit in front of me, and all bullshit aside
I've been sick with it my whole life and I ain't even die
Nigga I ain't sleep in three weeks and I ain't even tired yo
Wrote a hundred thousand raps and never had to lie
I watched "Passion of the Christ" twice and I ain't even cry
I'm a badass, yeah I'm a fuckin' badass
I'll eat a million beats I'm a boom-bap fat ass
Like girls with a fat ass, and I believe they all believe in me
It's the young Kyle dicking down every Disney Queen
I mean Miley Cyrus, Ariana, and Selena G
Album went top 10 on iTunes and it was free
I'm always in the paper I can barely freaking read
I made a hit song in countries with a language I don't speak
See I sell
So I don't care what he sells
Or I don't care what they sell, or I don't care what she sells
Suzzie sells seashells, down by the seashore
Rap niggas always just complainin', bunch of Eeyores
I'm Winnie the Pooh though, cause I got all the honeys
If smiles were a dollar nigga I'd have all the money *smiles*
It's funny how you think your shit is anything but weak
Yup, they think it's free
But now they on my dick and niggas know that shit's for free
K-I-double-mother-mother-fucking-D
You know that I do this
Never gonna lose this
K.i.D. I got it all you niggas just clueless
Yup
Uh
I'm really hard to fucking beat
It's K-I-double-mother-mother-fucking-D
Nigga

[Verse 2: Futuristic]

Yo
What's crackin' captain I'm snappin' I had to do it
'Bout to take these niggas for a ride just like amusements
My team is finally winnin' y'all niggas is really losin'
My buzz is "do it yourself" boy you looking at Home Improvement
Uh
A nigga proved that my tunes is all worth a listen
Spitting since elementary writing raps in detention
Young, black and gifted with raps that's ridiculous
Child sweet as licorice
Sick without any symptoms
Pulling bitches like wisdoms
Put her on the floor and then I skateboard
Drive in
Long wiener between her it's looking like a dotson
Nasty nigga with a ill mind like Hopsin
Bitch I ain't no joke, Rakim
Futuristic Futuristic said it twice again
Murdering competition on cyphers that you find me in
Put this on your iPod or CD-ROM
Download at, Only Futuristic dot
Fuck That
I could go an hour more
Look in the crowd and see a thousand whores
Got 'em all wetter than the shower floor
She thirsty for the machine I tell her I'm out of order
Cause I've been focused on this music and kinda-sorta
In between chasing these dreams and a girl, shit
Let me, bring my niggas to the stage
And we on the same page Buff Nerds we bout to do it
Mr. I Had To Do It these other rappers is stupid

[Verse 3: D-WHY]

But I'm not a rapper
Yeah
Not a rapper
But I'll out rap ya
Turn the mic on, loop the beat and laugh at ya
Run up in your master
Have my homie Kell snatch ya
Kyle fucked your sister Futuristic got after
Rappers dressing up now
Give me my swag back
Could turn Team Backpack into the Rat Pack
Shorty up and down, it feel like the NASDAQ
Fuck them hands baby girl, go make that ass clap
She had straight A's but took a lot of D's
And possibly illogical philosophical oddities
An asshole apologizes
God damn I got at least
30 styles to choose from
Right now I'm Socrates
In boxer briefs, in parking lot of a Dollar Tree
Young Dolly Parton doppelganger watch 'em swallow me
Pop my collar toast to the wanna-be's
Never will, never have, never can, I don't wanna be
Young Kennedy mentally runnin' out of memory
Temperamentally you can't even see me instrumentally
Your friends and me turn enemies when they see me in Fendi sheets
Tell the fuck boys rest in peace
Tuck you in now go to sleep
16? Give a fuck 'bout rules
Give a fuck 'bout you
It's just me and my dudes
Only showed up to "Rock the Bells" cause I thought it was a fashion show
I'm 'bout to blow
But I ain't a rapper though

[Kell Outro]