MarkCT - Stronger (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Markaveli - BONUS Track 8

[Intro]
The chest, biceps, triceps
Calves, lats, traps, abs and back
Glutes and hamstrings, quads and wrists
Repeat then sleep, then eat repeat
'till heartbeat and meat are complete
[................talk........]

[Verse: 1]
Three in the afternoon time to feel the hurt
Time to keep working until my heart's alert
Gotta feel the burn until I rip the shirt
When my sick uncomfortable guns are pumping sir
Sweat on my sleeve, my first line: "Time to bleed"
Sweat on my feet cause it was your time to leave
When the nights right, pick a fresh bar and squeeze
Raise the heat to a hundred and ninety nine degrees
You dudes are like the Zyzz
Me I'm behind machines
Blending in, like a friendly college
Jump out like hard Arnold, armed with ammo
I'm a commando, being commando, (yea!)
Squat low when them muscles split
In the craziness, I might also screech
I'm no atheist, no coincidence, (that I)
Pray to God to forgive me, to dismiss my sins
I know God is with me, but am I working out backwards?
Or metabolism just in love with us rappers?
I want a better tone like African dancers
I'd rather chill like I'm on muscle relaxers
With a couple of masterpiece chicks to juggle my mastered seeds quick
That would be sick
Instead, I'm a slim synonym at the gym
Saying a Canadian prayer like I'm Tim Horton's in the turd
Praying I get strong, paranoid as I'm looking in the mirror
Bruh I'll tan before I flex for her
Gym Gods, please don't ignore this amateur
People get massive and smoke more than spice girls

[Verse: 2]
Who I trust, Me
Save that "we" shit for Nintendo
Until you get so slow
Fight me I am turbo
Forfeit, K-O
Or get buried under steroids, big bro
Yeah, I work for my pipes
'Till I see my favourite rappers in the afterlife
I've been fucked with like Shady "25 To Life"
It mattered 'till six, it didn't last a night
I made it out in one piece
Now I try to keep my peace
Just add hockey you people made a young beast
Unleash the Pecs and Bics', the rebel arise
Several have died, so what's beef?

[Verse: 3]
Beef is when the douches are after you
For doing what you choose to do
Dissing the other half of their faggot crew (yup)
And it's true
The colour of my heart is the blackest hue
Understand this madness, sadness
If I had never beefed, I'd always be getting my ass kicked
Eating a Subway sandwich, God damn I'm a fat chick, (nah)
Since I am slim, I always gotta get the last hit
Against ass-holes douche-bags jerks and maggots
Mixed with bastards, suckers turds and faggots
Who only shout threats and always gott-a jet
Dudes say they the best yet they nev-ar sweat
If you don't believe in me, best believe I'm disabling you
So Let Death set a table for two
If you don't believe in me, best believe I'm ending you too
So let Death set a table for yous! (yeah!)