PQR - 2 Chainz, No Cake [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1 [Reubin Big]

Wearing the crown because yes I am a king
Best quit now before I step in the ring
Ya eyes squinted boy first rapper to be a Chink
I'm in the zone me and Biggie are in sync

PQR we at the top nobody can stop us
I know you a faggot but don't look at me with lust
Coming at you hard you might think this a drug bust
Wait till your friends realize you just a fake fuck

I'm on my velvet cake all I see is red
Can't even type write on twitter your brain is dead
You're the worst rapper alive that's what I said
Your dreams are impossible wake up get out of bed

Just getting started how you doing bitch?
DaveyJ beat you in a battle you probably feeling sick
Uh, I got medicine for you
It's called stop rapping cuz I done destroyed you

I think you call it self-disrespect
Either that or denial, cuz it just ain't rap
On a comparison chart there is a huge gap
In a race you be on your first lap and I be on my last

You think you hot but we run the town
You got a douche clown on your team named DJ Unbound
All he do is press buttons and hope for the best sound
Your crew a bunch of trannies walking around in dress gowns

You talk a lot of shit but won't at us though
Your rhymes are about as ugly as your dirty ho
Uh, I'm done here now
Stop wearing t shirt V-necks that's something I won't allow

Verse 2 [PFoles]

Today sanity's a rarity
My words are like charity
You think you're original?
Your rhymes have similarity
You sound so serious but your raps are just a parody
My raps are so sweet they give Young Nicotine a cavity
Concavity, they make you lose gravity
This rap's tearing you up kind of makes me want to have pity
You know I spit fire in my rhymes I speak rapidly
Compared to other rappers your rhymes are just a travesty

PQR's on top because of our excellence in presentation
Hear you wheezing when you hear this diss give you resuscitation
Young Nicotine can't touch PQR that must be frustrating
These words flow from my mouth freely there ain't no need for hesitation

Your raps are soggy, like, leftover pizza
Think you're the main attraction? You ain't even a feature
Sit down son welcome to class and I am the teacher
You might as well be in mass cuz I'm the rap preacher
You're so distant from reality an internet creature
Call me usher cuz my raps always do the job and seat ya
This rap is killing your career call me the grim reaper
Take your twitter picture down a punk in a wife beater

Young Nicotine you can dish it out but can you take it?
Think you're a real rapper, I guess you can fake it
The fans come easy for us and the money we rake it
My confidence is in my rhymes and you can never shake it
Your girlfriend's easy walking around half naked
Our fame came so quickly we could hardly pace it
Our rise was so fast you could never even think to race it
You're not a real rapper time for you to face it

So you want to call yourself a lyrical miracle?
That's actually funny but this is satirical material
Your rhymes have bad taste just like expired cereal
Your bad lines are contagious spray that with antibacterial

Sort of feel bad for you you're stuck inside this hole you dug
When you messed with Lil Bill PQR stepped on you like a rug
Haters said my rhymes were weak but I presented like a thug
Quit imitating Ricky Rozay when you grunt like UHHHHHH

Lil Bill you think you're safe?
I'm about to put you in your place

Versace Versace Lil Bill a homo make love to Tamagatchi
I'm just kidding these verses are not Versace
This is PQR now just sit there and watch me

The return of PQR is not what Lil Bill thought it'd be
I think it's pretty obvious he sits down when he pees
You can't find a producer? All producers want to produce with me
You lost your chance to side with PQR there will be no truce you see

[Reubin Big]

Yeah, PQR we at the top nobody can stop us

[PFoles]

If you can't handle the heat then get out of the kitchen
Lil Bill's an easy target and I got a rhyme itchin'
The rap game is not for you try a career fishin'
For us rapping is soft toss we're the batters and you're pitchin'

On to Brian O'Halloran on the topic of baseball
B-Hal we hate you you're the lowest of them all
Knock off your feet because we love to see you fall
Calling you out now because PFoles he never stalls

So in conclusion, 2 Chainz, No Cake
Your rhymes have no flavor, a vanilla shake
Bring Young Nic's rhymes to drown in Byron Lake
The combination of your words and voice gives me a headache
I think it's pretty obvious your career was a mistake
I'm Stephen A. you're Skip Bayless on ESPN First Take
Counterfeit bills your entire life is a fake
You're a chalupa from Taco Bell, I'm a filet mignon steak

Alright think that you heard enough from me
Handing the mic over to Green T and Quincy
You rap for your hood but I rep the whole city
Run you out of town take the Orient Point ferry

Verse 3 [Quincy]

Cake cake cake cake cake cake
I see you with those reggies trying to bake
Yeah I'm coming at you Team DaveyJ
Sometimes I think that you're kind of gay

I'm fucking your mom she's the best
You might as well call Delonte West
Trust me this is no practice test
She rides on top of me without a rest

Lil Bill has no game
Is that really your fucking name?
Your afro is so dumb
You look like a fucking bum
Uh, go collect money off them streets
Don't waste time with those ugly beats

Some people tell me you want a Wikipedia page
I heard you're the gayest member of the Bird Cage
It's annoying to hear you scream 'Connetquot,'
If you want to tussle, meet me in the parking lot

All the ladies call me Johnny Football
Since you at the top I'll make you fall
Catch me autographing your girl's ass
Sunday I'll be praying you're still alive at mass
Now I'm throwing the alley to your boy Green T

Verse 4 [Green T]

I'm hopping on this one track, you know making my debut
Its tough out here where you're shining, everyone beneath you
PQR and I playing tag team Ash Ketchum, Pikachu
You're whack bro just look at you

I'm just getting started but I ain't taking over
I ain't like the rest of them driving jeep, trucks and rovers
PQR and I we're all tight
And my flow's never met a beat that it don't like
You're like Pacquiao against Mayweather you won't fight
I'm not even serious about rapping this is simply for delight

Hey guess what? I think I see your rap future in the distance
Wait never mind that's nothing because like your girl's cake its nonexistent
Hold up let me slow it down for you so you can understand it
You know? Comprehend it
We playing FIFA and PQR just wants me to send it
They let me go last cause they know I know how to end it

I mean I respect what you're doing finding your way
But I'm sorry if I follow Dora and go the other way
Over the hill, through the forest, and past the lake
Because bro honestly your bars are fake

You won't click clack, you're not a shooter
Just strap up your backpack and find a scooter
Because bro you're fake like some boobs at hooters
I spit straight facts and nothing is truer

Why don't you get out of the country this is PQR nation
This song finally dropped for all who've been waiting
I have a great idea for where you should be skating
Run to a cemetery and say a prayer for those who died from anticipation

I'm keeping it clean for all the young fans that might be listening
I'm just getting started when
You quit and I'm on my A game
Drive through the lane to the rack we finishing
Like D-Rose, Westbrook, Chris Paul and them

Just give up now because I'm about to go in
There's levels to this game me and Reubin Big above the rest of them
After this verse no one will ever hear of you again
Young Nicotine me and you are like a rivalry, Ohio State Michigan