Viktor Vaughn - Pop Quiz (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[MF Doom]
You better have your pencils ready!
Number two!

[IZ-Real]
...It's time to enter the mental frame center
Locked hour glass, flash sense a sensor
Offenders never cross..mad spectors
Only mentors get pass to the last set of sectors
Adventures open doors, locked by laws
To simple plan leaves the common man lost
A force and a toss, tape decks on pause
But it'll never stop the world from its hectic cause
Electro is back by set time codes
A road glass mash this track when froze
Leave half frequencies in track peak modes
Transmitting tracks and quarter inch jacks
Only abstract message penetrates slacks on dats
Encoded by MF DOOM wax
That'll go back on titanium slipmats

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[MF Doom]
...Out in the everglades forever paid rockin blue blockers
More rocker to the beat on the two knockers
This go out to the yodas, chewbaccas
Tube sock who sure to chase it use two vodkas
There's no ID (Uhhh) test question is less stressin
Do you need a chess lesson?
Keep the rest fessin after they best guessin
After yes yes'n, after party at the best western
Turn the beat up, meet up with big IZ, it's big biz
Like computer wiz beat up big kids
A man ho out in Orlando
He about to flow or rock a banjo on the man show
Ya'll can't go, it's really not a comp thing
MF stomp and leave out like swamp thing
Flip quick like a fresh fax contract
Niggas bite bigger than they bark black
Shark attack!

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[IZ-Real]
...I check landscapes when I awake and I states
Don't eat rare steaks, Doom break bread with fake mates
On off dates, I still work til dawn breaks
When it comes to stress, yo I got mad weight
Trouble's on my mind, we will save it a rhyme
Mic been held captive many a times
Sometimes hard to find, but it has survived
A thin line of hate and flakes and fake crimes
Gangsters, thugs, and cornball emcees
Taken for granted what I work hard to free
From greed a seed pass into deep seas
Out of the land of the fourth pharisees
False idols I got thum checkin for their vitals
No come dub subtext and subtitle
Insight awe, I prescribe Mydol
To the bloated rappers who do bite all

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