T.K. KAVI - Smooth Shit (Prod. Ze) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: TK KAVI]
Yo I can't give em facts cause reasons lost in they mind
So the logical path is to pathologically lie
And now we fightin again cause they ain't likin my friends
And I'll never be their dream with a pipe in my hands
But now I'm writin these jams so we can spread em all over
The globe until ur soul is my soldier
These posers blow and grow they damn noses
This novice is prone to pone an expose em
The flow is cold fresh squeezed flowda oj
It goes down smooth no pulp in my domain
Woah ... Status growin like rogain
Suburban with skin bright white but no Croce
I ole all the bull that they toss me
So they give me cold shoulders like frosty
They say I'll never get on the tele-vision
I tell em I don't give a (seven words at 1:23)
And When this ritz spits hes goin harder than a gay bar
6 feet high smokin bones in a graveyard
Ur game has no clue mines in it to win it
Who killed the beat it was kavi in the kitchen

[Hook TK KAVI "NaS"]
The beat don't lie when it says I abuse it
The music is "smooth shit that murderers move with"
Airwaves sliced and diced cause my musics
In tune with "smooth shit that murderers move with"

[Verse 2: TK KAVI]
Ay yo How can I embrace this place that fuckin hates me
Just cause I take these beats and make em tasty
I'm chasing a dream but get no respect
Instead I just get pricks who say I need to get my skin checked
I've been checked they claim that my brain has gone rotten
I'mma make em bite my apple so they jaws'll stop droppin
Cause I got a poison plot to make it snow white upon em It's
The kid with spit thick as a hiphopapotamus
An optimist I crush pests who say im thinkin mystic
Cause I'm in my prime and tryin to make an imprint
With my linguistics flow is so nit wit
I want the whole pie no slice and no tid bits
So I get ripped like paper mâché
And save the day with a fifth of that tangle a ray
I'm Hancock with the game of mj in the paint
But the bitches are prude and there's no way to play
So when I find a place to haze I dip in like fat lips
And Smash hits till marys cherry pops and then I ash it
Then matt spits like a drunk wannabe bad bitch
That while she's givin brain is probably thinkin bout her classes

[Hook TK KAVI "NaS"]
The beat don't lie when it says I abuse it
The music is "smooth shit that murderers move with"
Airwaves sliced and diced cause my musics
In tune with "smooth shit that murderers move with"

[Verse 3: NaS "TK KAVI"]
Spit spit spit spit the flem on the street
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
And the nikes on my feet makes my cypher complete
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for "Dead fucking presidents to represent me"