MC Brooks - The Movement [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I can spit a rap to easily rip the track
You wanna be a better emcee? You gotta flip the stats
You got no stamina, that's why you're always outta breath
Gauge ya eyes out with shoes so you can always watch your step
Rap's Michael Jordan when I'm in the booth recording
Thrash your vital organs with a mic like my name was Norman
Bait the competition as if we were fishing
Brooks got the hooks to reel em with precision
I make the people listen when I grab the mic
Every emcee watching, wishing he was half as tight
When I get on and shit on those who are gassed with hype
Cause name-dropping Kanye won't get you flashing lights
With ya name written, cause while I'm game spitting
You're lame, sitting on the wall like a famed bench-man
And I don't mean the type that's been to the playoffs
The type that's been released so now he's got every day off

[Chorus]
The game gets grimy and the game gets dirty
If you're all about the fame then you ain't worthy
To serve in the army of the illest to spit it
Hold up a minute, I'm about to get the room spinning

Put me in the booth and I'm natural disaster
Waiting to happen, a true microphone master
Here to get you buzzed like Shasta or trick pens
The sickest with a bic pen, wicked when I spit man
Here I come to kick in the door to the game
Fuck your fame, homie, I'm just tryna make a name
Leave a stain on the carpet, but I leave fake artists
With red over their shirts like they're working for Target
The harvest has no benefits to reap
So my sentiments ain't sweet to the families who weep
For their loss, at what cost? nothing to me
I didn't lose sleep over what I do to fronting emcees
You don't want it with me, so it's best to back down
McMahon tried to sue me for how I lay the smack down
On you wack clowns, this is my territory
Best on the indie rap scene, find another category

[Chorus]
The game gets grimy and the game gets dirty
If you're all about the fame then you ain't worthy
To serve in the army of the illest to spit it
Hold up a minute, I'm about to get the room spinning

It's the return of the, wait, it's more like the forthcoming
Of a rapper with more nay-sayers than horse running
Of course, shunning the wack and inferior is my hobby
If ya style's sloppy, I bet you will try to jock me
They say I'm cocky like Kid Rock, comparatively
But I like to think I'm cocky like Ron Jeremy
It's not fair for me when these girl harass me
Try to cherish me like old religions known as heresy
It's embarrassing that's what happens when you lay the pipe
Better than any plumber workin day or night
It maybe hyped, but I'm not the type to overdo it
Misuse it or abuse it, I just chill like cruise ships
Breaking news, it's MC Brooks the most incredible
Known to crank the sound system up by the decibal
I'm one of several who bring it too fresh
Irreplaceable rap should take a step to left

[Chorus]
The game gets grimy and the game gets dirty
If you're all about the fame then you ain't worthy
To serve in the army of the illest to spit it
Hold up a minute, I'm about to get the room spinning