MC Rimmer - Carcinogen [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Complex typing articles like they gay
Picking up the keyboard man, they don't got real shit to say
They shooting blanks, not even knowing aim
Like music was a needle, you take in it in vain
When they vocalize, they're quite greasy and sly
Bitch-ass named ahmed, spewing forth sleazy lies
You kids are better off with an stick of chalk
Wake up, and believe me, I got the grid locked
Put in your two cents, get a dollar back
The Rebel on wax, writing a scholar rap
Authentic ish, none other styles like it
You don't got a chance on the blog, with that tyke shit
Keep my shit on point, with pyked spit
Magazines stepping to me petty
Mr right, armed heavily, weaponry ready
Ras Kass and Big L didn't craft classic LP's
Y'all been riding dicks bi-monthly

[Bridge]
Most of these magazines are straight fallacies
Keep my shit hot, from ether to gasoline
All these blogs are lacking logic
Keeping my shit explosive, like blasting rockets

[Verse 2]
Now way back in the days, when Hip Hop began
Bombing trains, spitting, mixing, and dancing to the jam
From smoking mics, to rattling cans
Media doubted it, and labeled it a fad
But then it proved its success with everything it had
Next thing you know, got everyone jumping on the tip
And magazines jumped in, hoping to make chips
With no real substance, and lack of intelligence
Thought process and effort is vacated
On the dick of Chief Keef for the underrated
Your blog posts is as good as monopoly money
Got a brain, but your real sloppily dummy
With licks from my tounge, so watch me pull it
But the only thing coming out cha mouth is bullshit
Ninety Nine percent of these magazines ain't shit
And most of these magazines suck dick
Went with the trends to make ends and hopped that
Faker than fake since the articles cover pop rap
You must have a sticky mouth and sore knees after nutting Kendrick
The difference between me and you, I think before I penned it
No sugar coating, truth when I amend shit, tremendous
I'm done, lemme hit the switch
From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch