Otitis - Underneath It All [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

I remember when these people would say to me, "O, stick to producing"
Now they green with envy, take the beat and abuse it
See, 'cuz even the pen tell me to break it and bruise it
Got the game up in a noose, my grip ain't about to loosen

O is to Poe as Hip-Hop is to poem
In the zone and I'm gone, 'Tron shots to the dome
And I'm snatchin' ya throne, where the robe and the crown at?
Name me any town, all around to hold me down at

And the answer is "none," when the lungs to my tongue
Grip a gun, pull a nine, spit it one, of a kind
Better run when I rhyme, leave 'em stunned
Like they eyes seen the sun, define lines of my design

(O.T.) Finest specimen of every man who ever rhymed
Anytime I go for mine, I carry the street in lines
Married to the Keys like I'm Swizzy with Alicia, right?
Take your place, let me shine, I'm the greater mind

[Hook]

I've only scratched the surface before
And all the time, underneath it all, was this

[Verse 2]

Ayo I'm goin' back in, one verse ain't enough yet
Place a bunch of rappers in a house, like a sublet
Lock 'em in and trap 'em like a mouse, till a hundred
Bombs drop on 'em like "Selektah! Run dat!"

Bet, I done that, yes, I was that
Chico that they'd say would never make it, I crushed that
Wack-ass thought, if you bust, I bust back
Always raw, when there's rust, I brush that

Y'all were thinkin' that I mighta plumb failed that
If 80% of 'em dumbed down like the sales rack?
Laps around 'em when I run it like a damn track
Meet, when I speak, put a hundred in your damn back

I'm the opposite of one you'd wanna chop it with
Positive for fatherin', bodyin' teeny bopper kids
Honest when I tell 'em, they never gon' be allowed to spit
Otherwise they finna see daddy loadin' the cartridges

[Verse 3]

I told 'em, straight showed 'em
How I go in, not slowin'
Y'all owe me when I'm spittin' on tracks
Wrote it knowin' that they only here to jack my flow, and

Y'all below him, no-limbs
And I'm a 7-headed monster, arm it and bomb ya
Harmin' ya proper, told 'em I got hell of a flow
Y'all sleepin' on O? Get alarmed up

Hit 'em with the thunderous hummin', the bass'll rumble the trunk and
They dumb enough to be frontin', like I ain't killin' this
I tried to tell 'em "it's nothin'," you can hate all you want, it
Don't mean a thing to me, buddy, if you ain't feelin' it

Snare sound like it's hittin' you with a backfist
Broken Silence alive, I carry it like I'm Atlas, it's
Not a game, I'll humor you little flea-flickers
Claimin' that it's chess, I move every one of these pieces