Poetic Death - Seraphic (Self Provoked Diss) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Pouring out these rosaries/
Niggas who want to battle me/
Try to step into my circle/ And get carried off by your cavalry/
Behold the masterpiece/
I'm the evolution of this rap shit/
Without an Infameezy beat/
Your whole catalog is past tense/
How you gonna do a track with Bizzy/
Then jack his whole delivery/
You ain't a Bone Thug/
Or born a thug/
Let's talk about reality/
From the jump of this scenario/
To him no one was talking/
Then like a bitch on her period/
This nigga started barking/
But nigga I'm the marksman/
So it only takes one shot/
To expose this mothafucka/
To that bullshit he be talking/
Self Provoked or Self Inflicted/
Cause your fanbase consist of underage women/
And male groupies on the dick/
You ain't a revolutionary soldier trying to bring that unity/
You a timberland rocking/
Ponytail cannabis smoking bitch/
Who the fuck you think you messing with/
A testament to a retard/
I'll send your send your silly ass to a dark star/
Beyond your radar/
What's the Devil to the Elohim/
A checker in a game of chess/
You ain't built for my geometry/
Or the alchemy I manifest/
What's the Devil to the Elohim/
A checker in a game of chess/
You ain't built for my geometry/
Or the alchemy I manifest/

[Hook]

Mic check one two/
They said to hit him with the Ether/
I'm here to speak the truth/
Mic check one two/
They said to hit him with the Ether/
I do this for my people

[Verse 2]

Give me the pound/
Give me the pound/
Give me the pound/
I'm ready for war/
Then breaking your doors/
I'm catching a body and ducking the law/
You talking that shit/
I'm pleading the fifth/
My lyrics are venomous razors that spit/
Lyrical genocide to your ego/
I'll obliterate your weakness/
Listen/
Because a fast flow don't make you better/
And plus you making up for your shitty rhymes/
With an over-used delivery/
Ayo I know that ain't SP/
Trying to diss the movement/
You started On a High Note after copying our blueprint/
But you make a shitty general/
And your whole crew should get rid of you/
Let's do a simple comparison/
To understand the truth/
Poetic Death is out is Europe/
And Self Provoked is local/
I be chillin on the sideline/
You charge your people just to headline/
You claim to keep the peace/
All I see is beef up on your timeline/
You need the grow the fuck up/
And just accept the times/
You had a buzz back in 09/
20-10 was so so/
But you thought a Silly Rabbit/
Could stand a chance against the God's Flow/
I'm the mothafucking Black Wolf/
Knocking on this pig's door/
A narc for dry snitching/
And you ain't never been hardcore/
Yes indeedy Self Provoked/
You do graffiti/
But only for the cameras/
Cause real taggers remain anonymous/
Living at your momma's crib/
You addicted to that medical/
Or addicted to that glass dick that's all up in your mandible/
You need to slow the fuck down/
And address the situation/
Or the ending of your legacy will start within these pages/
I'm not the one to fuck with/
Don't ever get it twisted/
Stick to tagging mothafucka/
You're not a gang banging villain/
And me I be that General/
So salute me when you see me/
Or my fist create concussions/
Like that comet that hit Russia/
Yo I'm far beyond your concepts/
And I overwrite your dialect/
So let's this be a warning son/
You dealing with a bigger threat/
Nevertheless I'm coasting/
Above this funny bunny/
Who got involved over a bitch and JDS/
Not ain't that funny/

[Interruption]

[Verse 3]

Give me the mic/ Give me the mic/
Give me the mic/
This nigga did a song with Dizzy Wright/
And still ain't seen the light/
You see the situation is complicated/
You got this lame ass/
Plus his wack ass fans/
Gassing him up to be the man/
You like that mothafucka in highschool/
That chump niggas use to pick on/
You got a couple likes on Facebook/
Now you a straight crook?/
I doubt that/
And I ain't even dissin On a High Note/
Got respect for MFour/
Imfameezy and Linoski/
That post traumatic syndrome/
You've been talking shit for three months/
You knew my house address and phone number/
We never met for lunch/
A sucker punch/
I'll drag you by the chariot of Apollo/
Just to show these mothafuckas/
That your backbone is hollow/
And it wasn't that I snapped my nigga/
Me and you ain't homies/
Don't go writing shit about me or my posse being phony/
You a dumb dumb/
A fake ass snake walking on this ice/
Try to see me on the mic/
You'll meet the afterlife tonight/
Yo check it/
You're welcome/
For all the fame this brings to you/
Self Provoked the MC/
Welcome to the end of your legacy/
And I'm the better MC/
On any day of the week/

[Hook]

We're overseas/
Chasing our dreams/
It's OGT/
Until the death of me/
We're overseas/
Chasing our dreams/
It's OGT/
Until the death of me nigga/

[Verse 4]

Niggas be talking/
Trying to be God/
Poetic Death/
Exposing a fraud/
It's funny reversing the odds/
Never met face to face/
Yet he claims to be hard/
It's funny to me/
Whenever he speaks/
The truth that you seek/
Is never released and/
He be writing fairy tales of fabrication/
Nevertheless/
We lay him to rest/
Battle the best/
You lay with the rest and/
Your diss track/
Well it could have been better/
Cause had you really broken it down/
Instead of the sound/
And studied the nouns/
It's about a minute and 30 seconds/
Of that "skippidy doo" rap/
As a matter of fact/
I'm calling you wack/
You ain't an MC/
Just part of the pack/
A cat in the hat who's stuck in the back/
And if you were fat/
Well you wouldn't have any fans/