Tbagg! - Mic Check [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Talking: TBagg!]

Testing testing is this thing on?
Yes it is you dumb ass
HMMM, I think it's on
It's definitely on Dumby

[Hook: TBagg!]

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[Verse 1: TBagg!]

Yo all that talking is gonna get you embarrassed
I'm cheating like Margarito, used plaster of paris
Inside of my knuckle wraps, where ever we tussle at
I'm throwing the punches, Until hindered by muscle cramps
Stop with the fakery, I don't think you can fuck with me
Lyrically, spit it sharper than all of emeralds cutlery
That he's dicing tomato with
On this beat I get busy as a tornado get, you can see if the halo fit
Cuz I'mma finish ya, grabbing your wrists and ripping ya
Arms out of the sockets, shoving em in your pockets
If your homies come helping attacking me from the backside
Get to ducking, I'm letting Kung Lao's hat fly
Apply the pressure, The type that'll make you bust a pipe
I drop turds so big that you gotta flush em twice
I'm not the best battle rapper but I ain't nothing nice
Even when I lose, competition gets slumped in ice
I'm from a hotter era
When you had to step to the cipher to kill it off of a beat or an acapella
And if you got caught bitting another rhyme
You probably wouldn't make it to try it another time - new
That's the difference between us, Trying to fill up arenas
While you out fronting with guns like you're Gilbert Arenas
It's just making me nauseous
I should gather you bitches and get to skinning you right in front of a peta office
Who the 1st victim
Palaseeds be covered with gun powder, waiting for my owner to sick em
For anybody pick em
I got the public, thinking I'm bootlegging you rappers cuz I easily rip em
And burn they till they toasty, try to approach me
I'll lay you out like a roach be
Ya fucking arms pointing skyward
My lyrical abilities' synonymous with the meaning of fire

[Hook: TBagg!]

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I kick ass of the rappers that's standing up in my radius
The craziest, you would think I put the A in atheist
Because I don't care, you wanna do battle then we can go there
You probably softer than coochies with no hair
You probably softer than the center of a Gusher's
I'll slide your bitch ass across the stage like you're Usher
By your skinny jeans and V-Neck
Give a nigger like myself a chance and I will be next
To show you corny niggas how you supposed to kill it
Turn the beat on and I bet I kill it with lyrics
I feel like a damn deacon - KEEP PREACHIN'
Complaining bout the game while eating cobbler with peaches
Cuz I'm annoyed like whites with heat rashes
Leave you with deep gashes, backhand like Pete Sampras
Let me go ahead and ante up the agony
Now I'm swinging forward with the force of an Agassi
If you don't understand me, go and read a book
Or find a dirty bum taking a shit and look
So you can see the same thang that I'm equal to
If you think I'm I'll, G-Fuego is lethal too
And that's the main difference
I graduated from the school of emceeing, you're stuck at the main entrance
You remedial scumbag of a life
I should knock you to the 80's to get you shanked with a knife - HOT DAMN!

[Hook: TBagg!]

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