Trippy Tyler - R.I.P J DILLA [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Trippy Tyler]
Take a listen and a sip from this verbal
Mix up some liquor, let it kick in it's bitter
Ritalin my writtens, it's enigma
Belittle all the critics make them give up
This is stick up
I'm the lick hitter that's splitting your fucking wig up
With the gift of having spit up that can rip your fucking clique up
Few blobs and I lift up
Red shop when I stick ya
Six feet with the sixteen like a teen gravedigger
We pristine emcees dope like painkillers
Bring back Boom Bap rest in peace J Dilla
Make this J fill up
Get some henny for my liver
I be getting trippy like I'm huffing fucking paint thinner
Taste this, bitter as a pill breaking
Get your face hit with the base of the K's grip
You rock that late shit, like K Swiss
We spit that greatness
Put you in your place shit, blatant and abrasive
Making fucking changes
Catered this game with amazing invasion of fake men
Erasing patience for our relevation
This like assassination of the greatest
We gonna spray at whoever's hating
You never practice what you saying
So who is you to say shit
The boys in blue won't save shit
Thirteen super saiyans came in blazing like cajuns
Stargazing, bar shocking kick you like Raiden
I do not take motivation
Mow the vacant house lawn if you wanna reach greatness
Goodness gracious take this like persuasion
Fuck Illuminati this a Buddha Stoop nation

[Verse 2: Ak]
It's that big motherfucker that nobody likes to play with
Cause he don't play fair when it comes to the franklins
Let's face it, I hear hisses coming from your braces
Brace yourself machines will have you running out your laces
Niggas need Jesus, let them meet ?
I just want the power, turn me into a mason
Hostility inhabit in your frontal lobe it's dangerous
Something's smelling fishy here can somebody give me a ?
Sustaining homie just ain't enough
Resuscitate your whole career when I feel that I got enough
Stop to smell the roses let the rosaries just gather dust
The night will never fall by dusk I think the horse is dead enough
Explore the labyrinth of my consciousness
Watch these sacred dreams go to schemes I been working with
Trippy said chill, homie chill take a glob of this
It's the freaking weekend baby you know I stay high for this
Acid trips when ass and tits is asking to be blessed and shit
? and I request like we gone protect the next time and shit
And I'm like how bitch how

[Outro]
And the Stoops is taking nooses to the Allahs and the Judahs
This shit is getting old, bitches talking like they knew us