Theory Hazit - Honorable Mentions [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Samples]
"For those don't wanna pay me, but want a verse from me
It ain't getting no cheaper for you baby"
"Sleeping around on me was your choice"
"Guess I really made it out, huh?"

[Verse 1: Theory Hazit]
Get it right from jump
Been swimming in my sins for months
So if I drown, I hope you clowns eat my corpse for lunch
While you were raising your banner, Thr3e was worthy of your slander
Since the removal of your favorite lamb, the lambda lambda
"Yup, Theory Hazit, we can't stand ya
We wouldn't know who you are if it wasn't for **********
Preachers cost too much plus he ignores us too
So we give up and just settle for you"
"How much you charge for a verse? How much for a beat?
Man, maybe next time, man my pockets too weak
But my project is free, won't you drop it for free?
Plus you'll get exposed to the fans that cop it from me"
The same ones called me heathen, but then deny it of course
I been a thief and labeled a coward because I filed for divorce
Satan snitchin' on me Judgment Day
Hell, he dead wrong, I'm far worse than what the devil say

[Interlude: Theory Hazit]
Ha, they say they like the way I spit
Ha, they say I'm one of the livest
Ha, they want me on they side project
Ha, but Theory Hazit ain't your side chick
Ha, I said I woke up this morning
Ha, with some things on my mind
Ha, feeling unappreciated
Ha, so I wrote a little rhyme

[Verse 2: Theory Hazit]
The reverend doctor got an AK Wetworkin'
You roaches get the Raid spray, my weak rhyme'll body your best verses
On game day, I touch the crowns on self-entitled kings
You meet the heat like Lebron when I melt your idols writing things
This is Malcolm and Martin million and marching Sparta
Mixed with a legion of angels surrounding sons and daughters
Simon Peter with a desert eagle, waving it at Caesar
So if I was you, I probably wouldn't mention me either

[Verse 3: Johaz of Dag Savage]
A lone rapper running these rappers just like a track star
The flow is like smack in your veins, call it the black tar
Papa since tell me that's evidence of a black God
The bar's always help me to package in a crack jaw
Marcus Garvey, Black Star, grind is relentless
Put my head on a prayer rug and pray for forgiveness
There's a sinner in my blood so I vent for repentance
With the breath of an angel that is ethically sinless
So Christ-like, so devils never cross me in my eyesight
The scrolls stay colder than eskimos eating Klondikes
Illuminate the sun with my tongue and watch it shine bright
Bring life after death to the ready-to-*****-out type
Yeah, the aura of my zone crush you
Cut your fingers off and slap you with your own knuckles
Dag Sav, I'm like the craziest beast
Use my pen as a bullet when I aim and release