Slank x Menace Rodman - Lyrical Friction [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Slank]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo... E.O.P
Hotter than Christmas in the summer-time
Some'll mutter rhymes too softly, Slank rhyme divine
Get up off me
Hide that nigga body like a tall tee, all we
Came to do is dab, fuck, smoke, bump Marley
Me, give a fuck? Nigga hardly
Roast the beef, like employees at an Arby's
Cigar weed, still get twisted in an instant
Mostly for aroma cause the shatter keep me lifted, consistent
Which is, one variable
That keep Slank and dopeness juxtaposed, uh
Brush the foes off my clothes like snow
Change states on the interstate, fuck a toll
I suppose, you know me as that young hash burner
Teaming up with squads to murk like Nat Turner
From 1831, onto the millennium, niggas unaware of the bullets in my tongue
Which sprung from my mind-state, time takes minutes
My lifespan decrease at the cease of each sentence
These rap niggas, ain't tryna' battle in my current form
My third eye, my third arm, prepare for the beat down
Defeat clowns, steadily
Slank left skeet in your bitch mouth allegedly?
No doubt, we circumvent the whole south
I'm knocking niggas down like an Ali bout
What's a mouse to a rat trap? Clap that nigga
Rhymes too large, I copped the backpack bigger
Liquor and bookwork, herb and college
You don't know enough math to count the mics I've demolished

[Chorus: Slank]
Fuck each and every other nigga tryna' compete
We Enemies of that fuck shit, Mic Elites
I'll probably slide in your main bitch, fuck nigga faggot
South Bend get cold lil' nigga bring a jacket
Fuck each and every other nigga tryna' compete
We Enemies of that fuck shit, Mic Elites
I'll probably slide in your main bitch fuck nigga faggot
South Bend get cold lil' nigga wear a jacket

[Verse 2: Slank]
I hear this word on the wire, sound blasphemous
'Bout niggas tryna' come and out rap the prince?
Man hold up fuck that shit
I be grinding my nigga
How many fucking tapes... the goon niggas got
All my homeboys, the dab addicts
Everybody out here fucking with me right now
And then these random niggas wanna jump in the game
And come and try and talk shit, and bring up their shit
You know fuck that bullshit
Y'all know who the fuck it is, alright
It's fucking Slank, I be dabbin'
You can contact Cholmes if you tryna' come with some Lyrical Friction, my nigga
Cause we can quarrel, alright, we can quarrel
It's like some, some straight up quarreling shit, you don't even know
You better believe that shit, you know, E.O.P. shit
I told ya, I warned you on the other song, we stabbing niggas in 2014
So just be glad you got a couple months left, my nigga