Thiago - 95∞ [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Now I've been solo since training in dojos with Slowbros
Keep biting my tail and all hell will provoke
YOLO! Bullshit, came back as a real mofo
While Jiminy Cricket is mimicking your fricking nose grows
It's no joke, I flow colder than Coldstone
Ghost Pro while Tac Knifing these Joe Shmoes
"Oh no! I thought I finished you off!"
Nope, I'm just a bit sick with a sniff and a cough
And a fucking broken heart but that's a minimal cause
Of my clause, everyone is pissing me off
All society supporting stupid suckers like they're deities
Psychiatries, I'm undermining these until sobriety
Will kindly come back rapid
We don't really need your fucking punkass rapping
You're the sole reason that these youngass maggots
Are drunk, saying that they got some guns strapped, yapping
Bitch please, you're upper middle class
Spoiled like green meat, you're a stuck-up little brat
Oh, what's that? You say that you can rap?
Please, tell me about your swag and the money that you have
And all about your realness, foreal, you kill this
Spill shit with illness, so smooth like silk is
I'll tilt your neck off from vibing so hard
Got roadkill asking me why I'm so raw

Yeah, it's that ruggedy raw
That real talk from a simpleton the company blocks
And they loud as fuck, saying nothing at all
95 till I'm gone, 95 till I'm gone

Yeah, meet me halfway, from the 1990s to the double 0's
Rugged flows over smooth beats never coming old
A juggalo without the face paint, not a clown
Still I bring the magic sound down where the Muggles roam
Bucks and does, I be hunting on the prowl
For these punks with no style, got that funk and that wild
A child born around variety of music
Stray away from the names that society is using
Y'all clueless, better go and ask that Blue dog
The crassest hoo-hah, haul ass on U-Haul
He flipped the stick and went past the cue ball
I trap the usual and master new calls
Rah, riding on a tiger like I'm He-Man
Nuttier than pecan, fly higher than Pete Pan
Like egad, I didn't even know the beat can
Flow so well with a fellow with a clean pad
I'm like Stan from South Park
Damn without Cartman, I ain't got no one to laugh and outsmart
And I'm afraid we lost Kenny
Souls so cheap that they only cost pennies