S-Ra - Table Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Spoken]
Table Freestyle
2014
SRA
Yeah
They gonna get it
Let's go

Take it back for a second round
Motherfuckers comin up
And they going down, like a pow-wow
In South East Palmdale, listen to the guy now
Motherfuckin Cali like my intellect's shite now

C'mon
Eat my shit, steal my wits, yeah
If you want it you get my CD bitch
And I don't quit
If they want it they can suck (this)
And they sit
Idly on the parapet
First line in and they already gave up
Motherfuckers be on
Some kind of easy shit, 1-1 and they can't even get a 1Up
And if you fuck with me I'll fuck you too then, bitch
Try to get it
But you just failed
And if you're looking out for me
You had better fuckin' bail
Cuz I'm comin' in like Sherman and you give me 25 reasons to kill you
Welcome to hell, population: your family jewels
I'm the devil and we gonna be one big crew

Everybody, everybody
They want it
They want it
They want it
So, so bad

They talkin Hannibal Lecter
Cannibal in disguise
With some poison drippin mandibles
Like an animal who's despised
Staring so intensely they thought I hit 'em in the eyes
I'ma go off like a bomb, take these bitches wit' me
Yeah girl you can call me drop-dead, welcome to Sin City

Yeah, I ate a dictionary as a child, made me go wild
Throwin explosive verses like a nuclear silo
Makin' 10 mil an hour
Crazy wild child
Talked so much shit it clogged the toilet
And charged me for twice an hour, oiled and boiled it
But I could only smile as they walked my way
Told em to fuck it and hopped in a Chevrolet

Now give me a new style, throw me another
Word to your mother
Fuck all the motherfuckers going undercover
I'm underground, under sound
Taken to the dog pound and they put me down
For acting like a badass rep with mags in hand
Come down on bunny rabbits like I gon' do to the mic stand
I'ma come around, after I'm done you won't be able to stand (me)

If they want it
If they want it
If they want it
So, so bad

Now this is the part where the beat breaks down
No one can move cuz they know this is my town
Shut up bitch, I make my own nouns now

Pullin in the capital
Tapping so many raps I might just be a fuckin classical
Fuck my verse is magical, hurtin' international
If you're looking for a challenge damn man, that's laughable
I spit fire, my dick is draggin, sperm is highly flammable
They pullin on the stick like the damn thing is manual

Throw me a vowel, dismembering your fuckin guts, throwing in the bowel
You're duller than dirt and you're B.O.'s fuckin foul
(Stop rapping man)
You sound like a fuckin werewolf who forgot how to howl
If your ego is bruised, your brain is too now
And them girls don't like that little flappy bird shrew...ow
And they got it down on speed dial, better get it quick
You about to see what happens when you an unruly prick

And they got it (x5)
So, so bad
So bad
So bad, bad bad
Bad