Special Ed - Neva Go Back [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:

I'm gettin' restless
What guest list?
I'm rushin' the percussion
End of discussion
Now as you were
You rhyme soft like fur
Oh, you write for her?
Now that explain it
But I reign it, I rule it
So cool it, while I school it
Listen, to precision
Rhyming, timing, climbing through your window
(Crooklyn style!) And we in yo
Ravagin' your whole premises
Don't never diss
Cause here's your address
Cause me bad yes, so come test me now
Like Patra, I got it sewn like Sinatra
Organized rhyme in effect
Snap that neck, like E-Double if there be trouble
So, move on, there's nothing to see here
Clear the area
Your rhymes are dead, get the barrier
To bury ya I'm very effective, I might add
Original rude, since I was a little lad

(Chorus: I neva go back, I neva flow wack
I just come back, I just come phat) x2

Verse 2:

I'm pumpin' like Donovan plus
I'm a little vicious
I eat emcees cause they delicious
It's just that some mistrust but I dust rhymes like a maid
Now I'm back with How
Stompin' like a parade, all up and down Fifth Ave
So you riff have plenty of back, cause I attack, like blood cells
Fighting off diseased emcees
Like Super Friends, in a metropolis, in a super Benz
With Howie, now we got two threes
Fuck it, six, gimme the mix, and I'm a kill 'em with the lyrics
So dig a plot, and nigga got, seven
Never doubt, I go all out, salida
You need a map
You need a rap
You need a slap
You need a nap
So take one, because you're tired
I get so phat, I feel wired
But I never sell, or fall, cause I never fell

(Chorus x2)

Verse 3:

I don't beg
I break your leg like a egg
And fry it, try it, and see what happens when I'm rappin'
Shit start
So get smart like Max
Cause cold hard facts prevail
I don't fail, I don't turn pale
But I'm very ill, I'm fatal
I rock rhymes like a cradle
Many days, many ways, let me count 'em
Everybody that I caught, everybody thought
But, but, bu-bu-but, don't stutter
Just say it, shit is butter
Now, don't that feel better?
Get a sweater
Cause it's gettin' colder, every time I hold a
Mic, niggas freeze up, so ease up like, off the scrotum
Cause you wrote 'em, like you know them
So let me show them, real rhyme
Cause I feel I might, start buggin' if you don't back up off the mic
The lyrical war is on, and so I strike

(Chorus x4)