Team Homi - Crosshairs [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 – P. Stacks]
I was raised in the eighties—it was crazy
Mama’s little baby got exposed to the streets and what I saw done changed me
Gave me the attitude. Fuck you, pay me! And I don’t really care if it was a buck, dude
You see, money is the motive and notice this ain’t a game to me
So focused—it’s plain to see there ain’t nobody changing me
P is a product of my environment
I ain’t get a college degree, but I survived in the lion’s den
Yeah! And I’m ready to dump the whole clip
Trey eight, out of state, plates based on the full fifth
Just in case we take a trip to California
Got the work, got the gun, we taking over niggas’ corners

[Verse 2 – P.H. (Pumpkinhead)]
Two words for you: assault and battery
Team Homi—the epitome of savagery
On the corner in front of Kennedy Fried
Spitting that shit. Nigga, you had to strip more in front of Applebee’s
If it’s beef, guns is out the window like “wake ‘em”
I gotta [knocked it?] like a clay mold, I call that Play Doh
Your bitch give me deep knowledge like Plato
Bash your face in one punch and leave your body in shock like [?]
My bars serious. My Team Homicide—we turn your favorite nerd rap battle into Columbine
I’m so out my mind—if I looked down, I’d prolly see myself in the booth, spittin’ this rhyme

[Verse 3 – Amzilla]
I’m reckless with the rhymes
Sexy as the dimes
And I’m sliding through the game like Gretzky in his prime
The watch glow like planets beyond stars
Shawshank flow—I’m advancing behind bars
Amzilla—my flow is top dollar
Team Homi niggas on you like Shinobi’s Rottweiler
The exit wounds in this war is enormous
My crew them [?] corner boys eating fungus
[?] niggas pull up in insane [?]
And bitches giving us top like we playing Skelly
Yeah! Amzilla’s home. So if you silicone
Your face turn to minestrone coming in the killing zone

[Verse 4 – Q.B.]
Busting shells, told to act like a lady
Real goons look [?] coming straight out the navy
Before macs, B-Swag been all wavy
Dope fiends running wild like we fresh out the eighties
L-O-L no smiley face
Team Homi 187 canines—never will they find a trace
Uh, so I’ll be moving at my own pace
Quick to tell a nigga fuck his movie and his dinner date
Fuck boys, they be running to the Jakes
All smiles ‘til there iron in his face
Uh, but we don’t business with those
We leave your face by the curb and your teeth by your damn toes

[Verse 5 – Swave Sevah]
OCD—everything I ain’t gotta be perfect
Speak, paint precise pictures, nigga’s a wordsmith
My name ain’t involved unless it’s worth it
Cornered the market, straight bars flooded the circuit
Way harder than the stuff you used to
Not to be confused with the things you might’ve viewed on the Youtube
So get it straight: those were just three demonstrations
There’s a fine line between real life and entertainment
So I’mma show you how the real pros do
If you believe talking is cheap, then I will show you
Stomp you out with some steel-toed boots
And put a hole in you big enough to kick a field goal through

[Verse 6 – Ike P.]
It’s Team Homi—the reason wiling MC’s have seen bodies
Murder, death, kill the words of my breath will
Making sure that you respect the title
Better hold your head or catch a hole in your heart like Bret Michaels
Hard to detect vitals, the squadron that deads rivals
We been grim with the pen. You been [?] with the pen
You bend over. I make hoes bend over and grin
The artist dogging to have no problem parking your chin
Taking part in a whim. Never losing, we step forth
To a morgue. You fronting, what you thinking this gat for?
We unfair, broke a couple holes in your mom clear
The gods fresh. Like John F., you caught in the crosshairs