WordPlay T.JAY - Breakfast & Biggie [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse ]
Woke this morning Biggie Smalls was on the speakers
Just one of those days like nothing can defeat us
Put Proffit on the drums so you fools can’t beat us
We stay making hits, yes, something like Jeter
And looking for some Franklins nothing like Aretha
And feeling real nice eating breakfast from my diva
Before I hit the door I lace my high top Adidas
Say hello to the world like Wal-Mart greeters
And I just got paid pockets fatter than Peter Griffin
Bass lower than a creeper so
Ha, Ha, Ha Ha Ha check out this bizarre
Bumping nothing but the classics from the trunk of my car
There is no reasonable doubt I’m about to blow the speakers out
And you can’t knock my hustle we gone always be on route
On the road to success and once again it’s nothing less
My day just doesn’t start without Chris Wallace on the deck yes
[Hook]
I don’t need no Beamer, Benz, or the Bentley
That kind of stuff isn’t in me I live my life simply
Commercial dudes are funny comic like Ziggy
All I need is breakfast while I’m listening to Biggie
Cause all they do is party and bull SHHHH
I’m like man can we listen to some music
I ain’t hating I just take it to the pulpit
It’s been a long time and I’ve been praying for some newness
[Verse]
I wake up once a week with Born Again on repeat
I’m reciting figure speech cause these other poets weak
And it didn’t take them long cause they hating what I’m doing
I see the way they roam and they hate that they’ve been ruined
You can go to KEV and record you’re little single
But I make the booth numb and you’re trying to make it tingle
What’s beef? I’m a ask you to proceed
In a man I fear not because everybody bleeds
You couldn’t match our grind if you had tracing paper
We’ve gotten this far along ain’t asking for no favors
Last time I checked we’re on the rise like vapors
Boys be swag surfing when they needing life savers
Ain't making songs no more they’re just tryna chase a dollar
Do not disturb because these cats just shouldn’t bother
Nothing like the U of A but I take these fools to college
I prefer your study guide to be the late Chris Wallace, Holler
[Hook]
[Verse]
By the end of the night I lace my high top Nikes
And while I’m getting fresh I’m listening to the Frank White
I said on Chris Farley that we’d be a little tardy
But now that we’re here we gone move some girl’s bodies
Cause my ladies in the Rock love to sip on some Ciroc
And the chicks up on the hill keep the Goose on chill
And why they can’t listen to your junk it’s so apparent
How you get so incoherent, she keeps my CD blaring
And this is what happens to MC’s when they work at Mickey D’s
And spend their whole check on a set of 23’s
You might want to save up because rapping ain’t gone pay ya
Cause if I rhymed like that then I prolly been done gave up
Sitting at the top my Lord keeps pressing page up
And watching rhymers backspace we insert our flavor
We’re getting our return and your numbers on lock
Shifting Big SHHH, putting classics on the box, YUP
[HOOK]