Maxx 39 - Crack Rock [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Maxx 39]

Set it in, I’m a dead word said again
Keep a paper doper than Heath Ledgers, medicine
I came from the urban, strange and disturbing
I’m so scary I should be on a plane with a turban
And since Earls home, please turn on the light switches
High as fuck with two cocker spaniels, mad white bitches
Who all like Jimmy Carter, they don’t like Clinton
If I said swag every mother fucking word then these mother fuckers might listen
Wack rappers; I like dissing, your girlfriends I like kissing
Give her a Maxx heart attack; I just wanted parts on that
Didn’t ask you to argue back, are you smacked?
Arrogant hoes get a soccer match; I’ll kick you to the curb because you started that
They don’t want a part of Maxx; she just wants a heart from Maxx
Just like that one ho who thought president Jimmy Carters black
Ass fatter than Ricks hearse, always kicking a sick verse
Dumb bitches run around thirsty but they know they was on my dick first

[HOOK]

Tyler, The Creator: Making Crack Rock
Biggie: Either you slanging Crack Rock
News Reporter: Arrested last night, for buying Crack cocaine
Kendrick Lamar: water in the pot, flow Crack Rock
Frank Ocean: Crack Rock, Crack Rock
Biggie: Either you slanging Crack Rock, or you got a wicked jump shot
Tyler, the Creator: Making Crack Rock
Frank Ocean: Crack Rock, Crack Rock
News Reporter: Arrested last night, for buying Crack cocaine
Kendrick Lamar: water in the pot, flow Crack Rock like bam bam Nigga
Biggie: Either you slanging Crack Rock, or you got a wicked jump shot

[Third Rail]

I’m mixing up chemicals inside of a fat pot
And stirring the dopeness to replace the crack rock
My spitting’s addictive with all of this rap stock
Like alcoholics with beer or white bitches with black cock
Releasing razor sharp points, blasting off chain saws
Although I fried my mind my brain remains raw
I see you faggots
Finger fucking fire crotches, fornicating five freckled taints
In a church house during service as the entire choir watches
You and nuns, tongue wrestle saints
You people disgust me more than meth heads scratching scabs
Off their genital herpes cuz they was worthy of catching crabs
This type of behavior is spreading like fashion fads
So I’m dropping dope on the dome like a drug lords crashing pad
Creating my supply and I got to make my quota
I’m in the mix of making crack rock with coke, and baking soda

HOOK

[Maxx 39]

Saying I suck is like a Haitian tanning, I’m great at planning
Still a colt, just turned 18 like Peyton Manning
Are you trying to peep? Looks like you’re crying to weep
I don’t give a fuck about how drunk you are bitch, I’m trying to sleep
My music will always be underground, that’s fine with me
Maybe I’ll sell records if I had a full clip and a 9 with me
*Making Crack Rock*. Let me back up on you fakers
I smoke more purp and diesel then Shaq back on the Lakers
They say this cat is better than most rappers doing it
Hip Hop is still alive don’t let these bitch rappers ruin it
I don’t do spoken word; I’m just a fiendish preacher
My mother fucking rhymes be crazy as shit like my English teacher
I don’t know what to say now; I’m running out of room
I don’t even care; watch the fucking bass go boom up your hair son
You don’t want to test the 39
Pull out a fucking line let’s see if you can fucking, rhyme