T.A.N.R. - Old School [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: T.A.N.R.]

They say they want the vintage me
I give it to em
Spitting fluent, syphilis-riddled sick sessions, don't you forget it
I'm the man that put in work
Put verses in hearses, since you rappers have been worthless
I see it all on your surface, I've been lurking for a purpose to murk a person
Time to close the curtains on y'all, you know divided we fall
While you were jerking and twerking, I was steady rehearsing
And unearthing the perfect song for these hip-hop circuits
These thots ain't catch my thoughts as if I bore them in cursive
So I switched up my style like a born again virgin
But the bass in my voice still lines them up perfect
T.A.N.R. so versatile, you can't possibly curve him
I'm honestly nervous, I'm doing disservice to my fans
By rewording lines to make sure the average man heard it
I'm perfect as is, I've been in my prime, all the time
Since my dad ejaculated in my mom, I ain't lying
I'm a '94 muchacho with a '94 hip-hop flow
That's updated to make all the bops still drop low
I'm Nas Jones and Juve but the Biggie still in me
If you ain't with me, you envy, enemies wanna befriend me
Competition's not contending, dare a contester. Step up
I'll Ron Artest ya, and any heckler
And bless ya with a kickflip from the deck to the neck like Ryan Sheckler
I'll never respect ya

[Verse 2: DR-15]