Marvell - Yonkers remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Vertex:
Hey Shocka, I hope you ain't forgot my voice
I only come when I'm prepared to help you make a choice

Double S:
No, don't listen to him
He's making bare noise
Hard headed, can't you see that he's been taking bare roids
Use punchlines, show them why they call you Floyd
Talk about your made of money like a real paper boy

Vertex:
Fuck him, what does he know?
And all that sweet shit he's feeding will weaken your ego
So don't talk about being fly, you'll get air, Heathrow
Wait, plus your an Ebo, in Marvell, and a hero

Double S:
Hold on, hold on, wait
Pardon my French, But V fuck you
Up you, he should be finding it hard to trust you
Anyway, controversy, that's what you must not do
Can't you see it's you and your group the kids look up to

Vertex:
That's cause they listen to rap tracks, they must do
And if you listen to that crap, they'll flush you
So go in on these pussies even if they haven't cussed you

Double S:
If these people see you on ends, them man will rush you
Touch you, V is tryna ruin your hustle
Dumb it down Shocks, don't worry about it, I got you

Vertex:
Well, too bad this happens once in a blue moon
So don't listen to this fucking goody two shoes
Here, take some grey goose, hope that I hear some great news

Double S:
V, why you such a wanker for
Shocka you should do you

Shocka:
Look, out of all the Marvell boys, I'm the odd member
The last girl I gave hell, I think God sent her
You couldn't find a bigger bum in the Job Centre
Fuck the charts, the charts are only fun when our songs enter
Fuck the mainstream, fuck a fucking playlist
Here comes my guilty conscience (Double S: Shocka you shouldn't say this)
Shut up, I'm taking Gladys Knight for a day trip
After that I wanna fly on Tinchy Stryder's spaceship
If I hear a no, you must not know that I'm the type to be in the elevator with a knife
You can get a face lift
I couldn't care about this industry
I'm not the fucker you should play with
If Double goes solo, and V does his directing thing
Oh I'll be fine, I'll rob artists for a pay slip
I love Ed Sheeran, I'm that ginger haired's fan
But now he's getting cake I need some gingerbread man
Taio Cruz, I'll send him a fucking dynamite
I'll bring a Rottweiler in the booth when Pitbull's tryna write
I'll be in the Coca Cola building tryna find a Sprite
I'm on my Don King shit, I'm tryna find a fight
Nah but fuck Don King, I'm just behind the mic
A shit lyricist, everytime I write
I ain't a killer, I ain't a psychopath
I don't live that kinda life
I'm just being creative, how am I sounding like?