Mike Mozart - Buttered Roll [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Face it
You face him you get your face split
Berets tipped
Brains pinched and grazed facelifts
You praise basic
Crave this for great paces
Grapes on your
Face
Makes ya eye brows start raisin
Let ya mind synchronize
Don't ask why
You guys all try to think alike
Gold chains
I'm paid in full
Grab the blunt and take a pull
Raps are hotter than
The muthafuckin brazen bull
Collisions head on
Decisions headstrong
I'm notorious
Think I'm ready to die?
You're dead wrong
Rude raps
To make ya chest bleed with sixteens
Don't lose track like
Ripped maps and shit weaves
Damn
Y'all better listen
I'm fat man like the bomb that left Nagasaki missing
Dropping more shit than the pigeons with
More lines than ambition at a fuckin soup kitchen

[Hook]
This that new, New York
This that new, New York
We call this that new, New York
This that new, New York
We still splittin' dutches
Honey buns from Duchess
Dusty cyphers bringing that muthafuckin' ruckus
This that new, New York
This that new, New York

[Verse 2]
Yo
Don't act foolish
You fools couldn't do it
Attempting me is like tryna go against Bas Rutten
With
Cracked Blue Moons and
Uzis leave you oozing
For my amusement
You too can be proven stupid
Migrate or be left sideways
It's a headache stacking bread
But I'm out for my grains (migraines)
Heh, shit
Y'all would never expect this
Quiet fat kid went from sketch books to mic spit
Smiley's the best thing for this rapping shit
But y'all like fake tits and all this trapping shit
Raps a hobby compared to my paint sets
But I'll leave you missing like Sway's dreads
So play dead
Go ahead and keep talking cheap
It'll keep costing
I'm ahead
And I'll keep offing y'all
I'm harder than
A white person seeing a black person on the sidewalk and not crossing

[Hook]