The Chipmasters - First Thursday - 12/4/14 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: The Raz]
Look out Razler’s taking on lead just like the pope
And if I catch you talking smack you’re getting jumped like rope
I ain't Jesus, I ain't giving you a reason to hope
I ain't Yeezus, I ain't a walking talking idiot trope
Nope I am superior like the intellect of my crew
Skill endless like 3.141592
And when we done with these bars, we're comin' for you
When you lined in our sights there's not much that you can do
But turn and run like that rich man's prodigal son
Imma descendant of Genghis: I am the last living hun
Pillaging your home leaving all you built undone
Just hold on cause the chaos we cause has just begun

[Verse 2: MaRiiiO]
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Multicolored, Joey’s technicolor written in scripture
Spitten' from my lips scabbed with fever blisters and whiskers
And this candy rappers’ war headed to a sour tongue twister
Grab a pretzel shake the salt up off my character
Nah this ain’t third person omniscient, I’m the narrator
Juxtapose my tone next to a pretty pink rose
And then ya froze, plot the summary on Sparknotes
Nevermore, quoth the Raven
Nine bucks and three quarters, train station manifestation
Dictation cremation, vibration foundation, translation: flow
Nose always forever knows, let it go, M-A-R-I-O

[Verse 3: Delveezus]
I've been pushed to the point of no return
My rhymes so ill they'll make your stomach churn
You guilty of fraud: case closed, court adjourned
Cash boomerang I got money comin' back in my tax return
Homies out here strugglin' to get a cheeseburger from Aramark
I keep it locked up but my bite's worse than my bark
I'm no match for you, I'm a Bic watch me spark
This may be First Thursday but Chipmasters ain't no lark
You think I'm done, I'm just warming up
I'll hit you with my camery then runneth over like my cup
Been double cupped up at the yacht club
Jay's ready to blow your mind like a slug

[Verse 4: Jay]
Son, you’ve got 12 bars to get out my way, and if you stay
I will maim you - a cocky rooster you’ll stay
A Chik-fil-A, soup of the day, I’ll Lay down the law
Serve you up homestyle with waffle fries and coleslaw
With my ivory skin in this game I’m a white knight
Van Gogh hard into the Starry Night in the right fight
Swipe right on Tinder, when I wanna check mates
Turn chumps to cinders when it’s time to checkmate
While my brothers in Philly write rhymes freezing in a soup line
The heat’s on at Ghost: I’m writing punchlines at lunchtime
And so, in comparison you know our lives are half as rough
This school’s our garrison, we’re here to hard and hang tough

[Verse 5: JRusol]
I’m like a phoenix resurrect from the ashes
Always be battling - samurai warrior clashes
Saving young souls threatened by sheeple-herd masses
So when I’m judged I won’t be punished serf-style: whip lashes
Chakra energy emits from my spinal
Give authenticity to beats like classics on vinyl
With this flow you can’t help but savor the flavor
Lyrics simply aren’t meant to be catered to haters
Matter don’t matter when your mentality shatters
Psychologically I don’t care bout Schoology platters
Feels like I’m being made plump and academically fatter
Illuminati in my thought waves, altering patterns

[Outro]
Nah it's not over yet
Just first hand experienced the skill of my squad
Rhymes harder than the prison bars and iron rods
Don’t mess with this boul, or you’ll get the bouls
Elemental oneness, lunar push and pull
I keep my crew surrounded by bread like grilled cheezus
Our lines more locked down than my Twitter @Delveezus
I go hard like Chase Utley, you can look for me at second base
Black jedi, pepper spray, medieval club - my flows are Mace
And for all of you who think this is a one-time thing you’re mistaken
Chipmasters is just beginning - this stage is for the taking