Majestik Originality - Muddy Water [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Its Majestik original never been a criminal//
But yes a left field angry happy individual//
Don't take me for a sucker, I will smack that grill//
And get that ill if you really wanna spill//
Beats I will raise with bars heavy on the EQ///
For all of my people, waiting for he who//
Rip up a verse with the shit I disperse//
Spittin fire in a cypher sniping suckers where it hurts//
Fuck it if I curse, man dont pay me no mind//
I keeps it moving steady like a welfare line//
For your no frills rap you get the no frills slap//
For even thinking I was wack you the no frill bat//
Cross ya back and ya dome I'm coming hard with no chaser//
Time to make this pen produce money out of paper//
Before I meet my maker I'm meant to flow heavenly//
Stomping thru the mud hard walking over enemies...

[HOOK]

Long as I have the plans
I don't give a damn
About Muddy Water

Long as I have the plans
I don't give a damn
About Muddy Water

You a number one stunna and the I'm number one stunning//
Following my plans on this brick road running//
Middle finger gunning you rooks for your cookies//
Your chick ain't bad she a fad like snookie//
Hey lookie lookie I make grown man cry//
Like a cat fore the skin hit the pan for a fry//
You ain't a man or Guy. You're a maggot on a leech//
Soft tamed mammal like a rabbit on a leash//
I'm rabid with the speech so beware of my bite//
I like to talk shit for fun, my hands talk when I fight//
Aight that's enough, I know my dick is much bigger//
Cause you could be a scholar and still never figure//
How you lost when you entered the world at your birth//
In an era so trash the smell lingers with the mirth//
Hit a single towards first but never slide home//
Pitching lies down on paper just to better Yo own//

[Hook]

Before the track over I'mma promise y'all this//
If my name on a project it better be a hit//
I ain't ever gonna quit I'mma stay spittin//
Till my veins either dry or my life is good riddance//
My passion no kiddin is bout to catch wreck//
On you suckers with a gimmick making music for a check//
You birds are a trip and you snakes are a joke//
A bunch drake cakes so sweet, man I wanna choke//
I'll sit in ganja smoke, and contemplate fate//
Mixing consonants with vowels when aiming at the fake//
All you mother fuckers make me sick, yo I wanna shit//
Over yall beats and tell ya mama you a bitch//
But don't get it twisted I'm glad that y'all rich//
From the seed you had to suck to succeed with a hit//
My bad are you mad? Here's the reason you sweet//
Puppet rappers rule the air yet the strings still speak...