Spamtec - Still DG [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Late in the evening, or is it morning?
Couple days lie awake and they see me yawning
James Bonding
Pinging and they ain't responding
Mission accomplished
Yeah bitch I'm pwning
Roll out the crib
White hat on the crest
Spamtec like a badge on the right of my chest
Blip blip on my Sidekick I flip my wrist
SSH to my box, page down the net
My stats look good, what about my checks?
So many digits its a googolplex
Rotation of the earth like my spam subjects
Perplexed the best when you get no rest
Slide in my Chrysler
The blades'll slide you
Mesh grill on the front just to entice you
IPod in the dash
Nerd life supreme
Track track to the Spamtec audio stream
Still live my life like the perfect dream
Ain't a soul that can touch me or my team (nah)
District attorney set out on journeys
And then I lead them on like a Weekend at Bernie's
Feds on the scene try to collect all my combos
See me on AIM talking to all the blonde ho's
Condos, coast-to-coast, wireless enabled
When they set to sniff I switch the cables
IPs bounce through multi-nations
I keep confidential like doctor's patients
This nerd life and this DG death
Represent DG to my dying breath

[Chorus]
I still a DG and I ain't going to stop
So don't twist it up make it something its not
From hangers to bandwidth I'm still kicking
And I'll fry your ass like a piece of chicken

Drive to local coffee stop
Pull my laptop out and setup shop
Five for the coffee, pay and swap
Card a couple xbox to my drop
Its a merry Christmas if you figure this
Both the naughty and nice are on my list
And if you notice something missing don't get pissed
I pulled all your info from Lex-Nexus
Those who cross me: cross with care
Because I won't leave until your wallet's bare
You can't run from social because I'll be there
And I'll get your next one, you don't have a prayer
I swear
People baffle me
Who the fuck would even want to battle me? (who?)
Boy what a fucking day that'll be
When their life disappears with the cattle G
Don't rattle
Cause we rich in numbers
Everyday see a couple of fresh newcomers
Try to make a name of my demise
And I always hit them up with the YT surprise
Might not happen right away because I lay in the weeds
And I strike like a snake whenever I please
And such is the life of most DG's
You don't see it coming until you're on your knees
Begging and pleading, please stop beefing
You don't understand
We get mad and even
But it ain't even fair because we leave them breathing
Dealing with this shit of digital treason
Screaming, screaming, so not reason
End up as a blip on my Sidekick beeping
Every time they try to weasel out of my tracks
I pull them right back put they head in my lap
Little stressful
But I got enough cigs
And I got enough proxies to shake the pigs
Carton after carton of these 72's
And I'm still pulling hits out of my under rouse
I still bruise
Pack up and DoS a server
Sit back and act like a calm observer
Call all the shots from miles away
Sitting in the stall at the break of day
I don't play
So act like you think you know
Cause I'm a fucking DG
You're a fucking bitch yo
Yeah