Mat Lee - Don't Get Me Started [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I’m flipping, dipping, tripping outside
Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

I’m flipping, dipping, tripping outside
Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

I drank brass monkey back when I was twelve
I didn't really like it so back on the shelf
Pull Jameson whiskey straight out the bottle
I’ll kick it root down with my hangover tomorrow

That straight Sabotaged plans for the day
And MC hammer said that’s why we pray
There's only one question on my mind still
What’s the time? Yo it’s time to get ill!

Got pulled over still actin chill
Handed the cop my license to ill
He said oh snap I didn't recognize you
Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside
Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

Now y'all know me I be writing rhymes daily
I gave three albums away now pay me
So many styles you're barely finishing
I kick it old school like the young aborigines

I might let it get a little artsy
While I fight for my right to cry at my party
Eyes glazed over looking all shook and its
Because I ain't slept since Brooklyn

Hello Nasty now check ya head
Packing that bop gun heater instead
It’s Paul's Boutique in a bad situation
Which is why i practice ill communication

That straight Sabotaged plans for the day
MC hammer said that’s why we pray
Only one question on my mind still
What’s the time? Yo it’s time to get ill!

Got pulled over still actin chill
Handed the cop my license to ill
He said oh snap I didn't recognize you
Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside
Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside
Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

On the internet these people like to argue
Creepy little sheep mixed in a Polly Wog Stew
Find me on Google because my Ad Rocks
And I got Hot Sauce Committee for these bland tots

The hills have eyes all spun out and ruthless
As the world turns for the Young and the Useless
That gets me Rock Hard drawing with chalk
Blue ball bored, blacked out from our little talk

And then there’s rainbows, give chase
And follow the same bros who got lost trying to train doe’s
No wait, that’s not how the saying goes
To the five boroughs waiting on the painted snow

I choose sedate mode when I debate lightweight foes
And I’m sorry doesn't cut it for the ninth gate shows
I’m not here to tease your voice but
Pour out some liquor for the Beastie Boys

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside
Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

Got pulled over still actin chill
Handed the cop my license to ill
He said oh snap I didn't recognize you
Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him