Maxx 39 - The Leagues Enter-Mission [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[J. Styles]

Shining like a wrist watch
Spit it nasty, imma need some mouthwash
Spit it clean for a dirty kid from the block
Working hard clocking, you niggas novice
Boarder line psychotic, pretty much nonsense
If you think you killing, nigga put up some guapage
Nate got hooks, call him for narcotics
Make the right decision bucket list em if hes driving buckets
Dead him if he talking big, but ain't got a bigger budget
Standing in the mirror with a, compass and assumptions
Trying to find a dream i been chasing since a youngin'
What you find? nothing. well lets get into something
Wes snipe him for the day, my trigga dead lay
Combine that, like its NBA draft day
No interjections from these inner city legends
Reverend tell them don't question us, cuz we can't be questioned
Point blank

[Lunare]

Serious as a cut throat, end of you imma get rope
You will be the perfect target for fifty cal scope
I'm that fish you can't catch in your grandfathers lake
I'm something new, to you old buds here try a taste
Didn't mean to have my genes on your ex lovers face
Truly sorry you cannot, hang with the monster
Tearing up the beat, us we call be-slaughter
Got her soaking so much I could own a brand of water
Your saying your the shit but, i say i'm the flusher
Duster, your the victim, i am the abductor
Liver killer, richer nigger, brain splitter maker you quiver
I'm your bomb ticker, i am murking side snicker
She satisfied when i with her
I can be your tongue twister

[TRUTH]

Several shots running down your block
Poppa dead momma call the cops
Momma crying there they lying
Laying down the law this time check the timing
11:11 o'clock, better make that wish on the dot
Dim the lights we bout to black
Back with a back pack with black sabbath albums and a couple black mags
Put a couple niggas in a fucking black back
Niggas at your neck and i chop your deck, and i chop a spade better hit the deck
Like im in his face if he trying to disrespect
Specters in my sleep astro-project
Just another sleepless night in the fucking projects
And i project that you niggas ain't gonna make it till the morning and my guess
Is that you'll end up guest
At this vacation hotel in hell, got hell in a cell
Either way niggas won't make it out of here
Either dead or in jail
Known to the world no opinion here
Bury the minds and i feel like a convict cuz a nigga can't speak his mind
So i keep my peace nigga, take this nine