Percee P - Rematch In The Patterson Projects [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Lord Finesse]
I used to coach the team, see I'm better on the mic
Find an ace up my sleeve, never on the dice
Pushin' a 2002 if you shout and you stare
Sittin' on 110 if you countin' the spare
See ya out ya mind tryna face the God
Your rhyme is like a empty prison - a waste of bars
No time flash, see I scrape the squad
We don't ask for shit, we just take what's ours
Got the skills of titanium, straight to the cranium
Try to play me and, we can go to war like Iranians
The deep cat, I speak rap as long as the beat phat
My shit'll be off the meat rack
Lord Finesse, don't harass the God
Spit four bars and piss on like half ya squad
Sorta savage, I don't gay bash I slaughter faggots
You niggas playing Russian Roulette with automatics
See, on the street yo I'm top the rank
Three words when I get the dice: "stop the bank"
Bet against me? Yeah, you get your cash tooken
Even my street team promote nothin' but ass whoopins
How can you win in this world so cruel?
When ya learn the game niggas change the rules
Ya gotta keep cool, get down, and make moves
Show and prove in this land where cash rules
If money makes the world go round then so be it
I been broke before ain't tryna repeat it
If your plan ain't talkin' bout grands I don't need it
Ya vision ain't picturing cream? I can't see it

[Verse: Percee P]
I rap battle like Campion
Cause I'll flip on them bastards like a gymnastic champion
I entertain well
Amateurs lose stamina tryna examine the lyrics'll damage your brain cells
Yeah I pulled it
The gats trigger on fake black wiggas and wack niggas making bullshit
Y'all niggas gotta quit popping a lot of shit
I'm not a bit impressed with your raps so snap out of it
Foes with audacity, tryna smash the P
Won't last with me using their full capacity
Rhymes I'll give ya, flow like a river
With a high tide, I glide, swifter and different from others
Take a note or two
Before your shit flops and you get dropped under the Hip Hop quotables
Catch the pro at this and Kodak this
Cause your wackness can't flow like this, so go practice
Y'all ain't lyrically with it, physically fitted
To take a hit I'll break your shit and make you quit if you try to get it
My rap recital on tracks are vital
That's why no one attacks and tries to smash my title
If you're clever never play me close champ
When I kick it I get wicked I'm licking and sticking it like a post stamp
It takes six, I can make hits accapella
I could sell a million never living like Rockefeller
Got deals in the rap field
The reason I got bills cause I got ill using rap skills
And yes y'all, as I bless y'all
It's me Percee P and Lord Finesse y'all, fresh y'all