S.I.T.H - Those Meddling Kids [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Majestic Gage]

They already know Gage & S.I.T.H is focused
We locked & loaded
On the track we explosive
Here's a dosage send our condolence
It's the microphone controlling
Judging from our performance
Always quoted cause it's only the dopest when we composing
From a different breed of artist
That's starving & flow the hardest
Cause you charting don't mean you built 4 sparring
I beg your pardon
They compromise & conforming
We carving our own market
Only understand the truth
& you niggas is soundin foreign
Probably idolized by your idol
Rightful to hold the title
Dismantle every rival
Smooth criminal like I'm Michael
How these young niggas washed up &
On the spinning cycle
This is nothing personal
It's just lyrically I dislike you
Far as Diggin' In The Crates
I'm just continuin' the cycle
5'5 but on the track
I'm standing tall as the Eiffel
Don't let these niggas hype you
Egotistical but be mindful
That's it's nothin' to ice you
Like you in the scope of the rifle
Try to compensate for skill
But y'all fooling who?
Run through your crew
Who are you?
I been nice since it was cool to do
Since PlayStation 1
Grand Turismo, Tekken 1 & 2
Mixtapes from Clue
& Master P was yelling "Whoody Who"
So when they hear me they know them bars coming
Heard killers move in silence
Guessin' y'all far from it
How all these clowns moving up to bosses from pawn puppets
They spitting on the track
It's only right that bomb on it & harm somethin

[Hook: S.I.T.H]

Uh Uh
See I told you
You shouldn't do that
Rigs Up
Diggin' in the crates
Son, true that
Everybody slept
Now they awake like "who that?"
S.I.T.H & Gage set it ablaze
Thought you knew that (2x)

[Verse 2: S.I.T.H]

Check em
Two to the Temple
Like Synagogues and Mosques
SITH & Gage
Send the Gods to March
This Engagement
Of Men of a thousand Darts
A minute
I send it
Like flying fists
Striking your Counterparts
In it
My spit spray you
With that Authentic Arsenic
Send that through the Senate
And see if they wit it
Pass a Bill
For my skill
It's off the skillet
From it's Birth
I Umbilically Kill it
And chill it on ice
Power drill it
Inside your ceiling
Twice
Before any attempts
To feel it
To feel it's like
Poppin a Pill
Surreal as sights
In the Village
Bumpin
Cappadonna's "The Pillage"
Wit a Spin
Of "Demon Days"
And "Gorillaz"
By the Gorillaz
No hit-and-runs
I leave your Guerillas
By the Gorillas!
In the Jungle
Runnin
I'm Staten's son
We Sat and Sun
The end of week has Cometh
In the form
Of two Comets
That Plummet
Towards your Planet
Like Namekians
Vanish
Aparece La Policia
Me no speake e Spanish
I'm famished
I eat till i'm Banished
From Dinner
Forever
In the dead of the Winter weather
Sweat em ever?
Never
Whippin it through the Matrix
Inside the Nebuchadnezzar
I'd be Jay-Z
And Neo put together
Tech on the Dresser
Like
"BLAOW!"
Misfired
Mister
Spitfire
With intent to end or
Injure all
Bet you none of my Ninja's fall
No need to lift the Ball
We hit the Lick and Score
Take the Game
While lames spread Eagle
Like Pigeons Soar

R-I-G's
D-I-T-C