Scepaz - Dirty On Ya [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Scepaz]

Mean in the flesh ain't seen it yet
These kids wan beef on me internet
Wha crew ya rep never affect me
Either or who you pretend to be
Meaningless scene hoppers
Pee pee less name droppers
Rocked no stage no CD
You too broke main riddle me this whats a period...?
Stop it no misuses the issue
You ain't research what you into
No radio BDP Beat Street
Ain't heard a SubC release
Quick to judge listen up
He ain't street cause he raised in one
No rapper cause he wrote one track
Got give respect to get it back

[Verse 1: Nihilist]

Your mouth's like a marathon
High horse, better get a saddle on
Scepz come through like "bladdahh" gone
Feels like I got the gossip girl channel on
Have a bong and shut ya trap, I seen badder gronks
Your opinions worth less than petty station flowers
On your wedding day when you kept em waiting hours
You're a waste of space, ya take the place
Of tumbleweed, you're a petty, hating coward

[Hook]

You so so soft (We Dirty On Ya)
You gangster hard (We Dirty On Ya)
You not your self (We Dirty On Ya)
You no rapper (We Dirty On Ya)

[Verse 2: Nihilist]

Ah, what ya talkin about
Cut out ya tongue coz I'm bored of the sound of ya mouth
Better walk the walk or I'll hit ya jaw for four like a ball in the crowd
Turn it up like the opposite of what ya offers get
That's turned down if ya haven't got it yet
Slimy dog, lookin like ya gollems pet
Wanna offer threats, get it in ya hollow head
Your'e not who ya claim, bopped to the brain
Stomped to the drain if you want what we got with our name
SUBC, wanna say it, better say it to our face
Coz I'm feelin outta place with all these gronks on my page
You hating ass, reputation faking ass gronk
Leave you with a gaping ass
There's dues that you gotta pay to pass
Or I'm comin to your house in a jason mask

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Scepaz]

You ain't never bust a rhyme (Busta Rhymes)
Might as well chase them butterflies
Your lines are like a lullaby
While we running the double time
Vulgar lines like a vulture
Signs of child you no adult bra
You're a flop a proper joker
Your raps slander our whole culture
Uh! Gon' talk to your daughter like that?
Thought not lad you less than a man
Ain't safe fam we Dirty On Ya
Murk ya talkers call the coroner
Never awesome done left in awe dumb
Letters met death boredom you're none (nun)
No wet dry suicide mic run
Bet a rhyme on ya life tonight and die son