MC Juice - The 420 Show Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yeah turn it up a bit, turn it up a bit
Cus if it’s louder that's some shit that I be fuckin with
You know exactly how it is when I toss it
I boss it, then I make money and profit off it, get it
Uh, that’s my dj to the right of me
This is my life baby dog don’t lie to me
The CH one more letter is Chi
I’m from the CH, nobodys better I’m fly
And I’m just mike, I just might rip it right
I shouldntve smoked that weed I feel like I’m on a different kite
I’m so high above the world till I’m lookin down
I’m seein New York and I’m floatin by Brooklyn Town
Hey Salam Wreck, Hey Salam Wreck, Take a Picture of Us He’s like the Bomb Threat

Use your apple phone boy I’m in the rappin zone
When its time to snap its on, leave my fucking raps alone
Yeah, this is what I fucking do for fun
Battles like subtraction I can turn that shit from two to one
Huh I fuckin lost the supernatural but I’m the illest on the mothafuckin earth that’s superactual
Yeah, they understand what I’m all about
I hit you till you motherfuckin body parts fallin out
He chill my mic too ill, it’s like be real to Cypress Hill
Uh, I freestyle and I might just chill
I’m the best on the earth I know you like this skill
I’m accelerated, it sounds like its premeditated
They never hate it it’s time I’m fuckin better weighted
I’m old school in LA but I ain't federated
Alotta niggas say they ill but they ain't never made it
Uh I used to shop at la brea, you be all up on the bench while you be lookin at the playas
Uh, I’ll stomp you in the mouth I get returned like carts at Ralphs
I’m just buggin I’m talkin bout the supermarket
I don’t like the smoke breaks you shouldntve ever let juice to spark it
Huh my Louis hat is in the green room but its painted red I swear I'm on the scene tomb raider
I’m kinda Like Laura Croft my flow is real nasty when its time to knock em off
And what’d you say, I tell people to put the guns down cus 8 years olds is still dyin out in Youngstown
That’s some dumb shit I mean blood red you can't even sleep on the top of your fuckin bunk bed
These motherfuckas don’t settle it with gats when the metals spittin back we get ghetto that’s a fact
I don’t even like rivalries I rap like there's 5 of me, I am black I'm the opposite of ivory soap
I might be on the coast called the fuckin west coast all up on the walls like asbestos
I’m kinda like a poptart stop start then I make the best toast
Any mothafuck tryina think he should impress most definitely
I leave a mothafuckin whole like leffina-G if he steppin to me
I am the illest, the illest, the dopest the sickest
Mothafuckas can't see me they cannot evict us even if they got eviction notice
I kick the dopest I spit what I gotta do I’m like 50 oprahs
I choke a MC, hold the mic like I’m Oprah Winfrey
I don’t think that now rivers even flowin with me
Uh, I like this NAS beat its old school
Hey prophet it sounds dope you is a bold fool
Uh, so take that NAS beat and turn it on
I’m gonorrhea any mic I fucking burn it on
I swear to god I dish ya start dissin ya
Christen ya when I’m done you'll have a lotta listeners
And I ain't talkin bout people in the chat room
I’m talkin bout bitches in the backroom
Half moon, suckin up dicks like a vacuum
Nigga I'm nasty I’m a flower they don’t wanna see that bloom
Like Orlando, I gotta tan hole plus I’m real nasty I’m a vandal – lous
Evangelist from Los Angeles I fuckin floss so scandalous
Nigga paint fuck around I’m sparkin a tree
I paid for parkin Salan told me parkin was free, I’m fucked up
I walked right through the parking lot, lookin at my bitch pussy
Damn that shit dark and hot, sparkin pot
Like Eminem in the old days, cus I got music like the mothafuckin OJs
Callin on the three-way, three hoes that’s a four-way
Beef is burger king I murder things have it your way


It really happened
He was from Puerto Rico, light skin nigga, hang off of Pico in Fairfax
He had a bitch and some Air Max, I think he was probly fuckin this bitch bareback
He looked at me crazy he said do you got things
I said I got lyrics, proceeded to hit hot wings, when I sat down I ordered some fuckin lemon pepper
He got bitches but you know all my women deafer, anyway
Started lookin at my crazy like damn you got some skill son I think that you amaze me
I’m like I’m like God with the flow that’s why you praise me
He said you ain't doin nothing with it though you lazy
I’m like what you mean I got total control
He said you know what I could do if you sold me your soul
I said what could you do
He said I could make you famous like that dude that makes cookies
Right now you fuckin nameless
I said I’m real crazy and I gotta gotti? Flow
He said you real lazy nigga don’t nobody know
I’m like what the fuck you wanna do I got some children
What you wanna offer me he said 50 million
I was like 50 million, well I don’t got a lotta money, but I can share it like I had a lotta sunny
He started laughin, he said you alotta funny, and you are better than these rappers they alotta dummies
I said you right, now we coolin on melrose
Bought me some new clothes with it and some shell toes
Now I’m fuckin killin mothafuckas with the hell flows
Tape the niggas chins shut like they makin velcro
Anyways I started hangin in Los An
When my mothafucka looked at me crazy there was a plan
And they talked about Em and they talked about him
And they made a lotta money I made less money than Em
But with the 50 million I made I’m almost equal to Em
So they don’t understand my flows the sequal to him
Uh, and you don’t want the prequel to that
Cus I swear Nutrisweet ain't Equal to that
So when ya ask me how it feels to sell ya soul
I feel like Nat King, the shit feel cold
I feel like J’s World the shit feel Cole
Cus Ima stop rappin when I’m mothafuckin old
And you know what he taid? He said it was deferrable
I said what you mean he said you always keep burrables
I said I’m real ill and my speech ain't slurrable
He said if you have kids then the transfers transferable
That means my daughter gets it next, cus she bought it from him and I bought it from the next mothafucka like that now my soul is sold
The nigga Jay you is ill said the flows is gold, halla