Zinedin Osmanović - Twenty-Thirteen [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I don't throw molotovs
I drink them so I spit fire, while you on hollow bars
The direction of the radio is left, so you better come follow ours
The only right way, homie, we be paying homage to Nas
Rakim, Em, the 'Kast and the countless other greats
And like them live forever, rap's sideway eights
Eternal, the mainstream get me pissed like I urinal
You're no artist, I'd rather be at your mothafucking funeral
Than your concert, I'mma rap 'til I'm sixty-six
And if you hating, go fuck yourself, homie, stick sixty dicks
Up in that ass of yours and let them dicks investigate
Get it, dicks investigate? Man, you should give me less of hate
And more of love, cause more love equals more buzz
And more buzz equals me over-buzzing
These non-buzz-deserving mothafuckas, yeah, homie I be serving
Ill rhymes, Guetta and Psy fans, I go on their nerve and
I know I ain't the greatest of all time, I'm timeless
And homie, when I spit this rhyme, I leave you rhymeless
Even a prayer won't help you, you're Quranless, Psalmless
Rap without me today, like hands that are palmless
I bomb this microphone like I be a terrorist
An error is not an option, homie, I be errorless
Fucking perfect, in this prime I'll be like Aerosmith
Don't worry, homie, chill, it's cool, I'mma take care of this

I don't require fire arm
I shoot these rhymes like bullets and get you fucked-up like when Em fucked Mariah
I'm the rap game's messiah, the prophet, not in it just for the profit
But you are, so grab your pension, retire

Oh my I'm a mothafucking menace to society
Cause unlike most of it today, I care about variety
I cannon all you weak rappers, again, where Mariah be?
The hip pop's vagon's done riding, cause I fucked with the tires, see
Rhymes speeding like bullets, bars speeding like nascars
So quite trying, mothafucka, you'll never be as hard