OBCT - OBCT ft E.L.I - Purple Drank (Lemonade Freestyle) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: E.L.I]

OBCT will kill this
Money is the root, I make it like a pilgrim
You don't rate, you just hate
I'm not good. Fam, I'm great
Sorta like a bowl of kellogs
I'll give you the one bang like Lennox
That my friend is a literal headtop
Got the game in a lyrical headlock
I'm gonna go in beast mode, B.o.B flow
Got nothing on me, B.o.B bro, featuring Bruno Mars
Negroes get gassed off of whips and cars
But lemme take you on a trip to the past
Kunta Kinte getting whipped with a chain
But I ain't a slave to a minimum wage
Naa Fam, I'm a OG
Try change my name to Toby
Go on, go ahead, fam try your best
Sierra Leone style you could lose a leg
That's right, you could lose a ligament
I can get you out of a predicament
Judging by the stipulations, you're in a losing situation
I dictate rap, this a domination
A combination of flow and punctuation
Alliteration, come through like ejaculation
No masturbation, this a killer collaboration
I'm a born winner, you're a beginner
Got more lines than a scripture
So instead of going on bitter
Just follow me like twitter

[Verse 2: OBCT]

I only fuck with dogs. Bitches; I'm running 'em
It's a job always hushin' these puppies and slushin' em
They call me faggot cos they walk out bow-legged, I'm wrecking pussies
I'll Photo-send you the message
A canon swinging on my neck, 5D for depth
You're messin' with royal mint when you are a sixpence
Obese being beast on the beat, nobody's fucking around
Eatin' apples with an Adam, knowledge lost, now found
Their visual's basic, my visual's LASIK
Spittin' lasers while they run within my mazes
I'm rivalling cambridge with my phrases
Competition got the coldest cases
Now you're making faces like what's this guy been bakin?
You was drinkin' KA, but now your drank is purple
In rivers of lit gasoline, came out the distillery
In needles, sticking into the arms of all the addicts
Heaters in suitcases, nigga it's heat we're packing
Ravagin' the track like it was a girl from jersey, muff cabbage
Far from average, higher than niggas on acid
Making it happen in more dimensions, bring your glasses
Chillin' with bitches, your girl should've listened
To her dad, fuck Katy B, she's on a mission
To get in on what she was missin'
An eager beaver, Was hungry so I cleaned the dishes
She asked me what was next again
"Surprise me" and she did
The bitch had more talent than a mo'fuckin' equestrian