[VERSE 1: Slug] [诗歌1 ：弹头]

I dictate while most MC's lactate ì决定，而大多数的MC的乳酸

Can't wait for me to smack greats[?] and fuck em till my sack breaks 不能等我嫌巨星[？]他妈的EM直到我的袋子破裂

They stand still with a little bit of spittle 他们站在原地用唾沫和一点点

Drippin off the middle of they lips tryin to light a cigarette Drippin了他们的嘴唇试着点燃一支香烟，中间

And I'ma watch em all choke on my vomit 而我是看他们所有噎死我的呕吐物

Took apart, shook up they heart, they died on it 相隔了，震撼了他们心脏，他们就可以死了

And I promise, if you could hide from this monster 我保证，如果你能躲避这个怪物

You'd quick tryin to ride on my divide and conquer 你最好快试着骑在我的分而治之

Some gotta die 'fore the dumb realize 有些得模前哑巴REALIZE

Not everyone can fly, most don't have wings 不是每个人都可以飞，多数没有翅膀

Keep takin a nap, wear a brick for a cap 请羚牛午睡，穿砖盖

Or get the fuck off the lap before you lose everything 或获得他妈的掉了一圈，你失去一切之前

I spit shrapnel while the villagers babble 我吐弹片，而村民们喋喋不休

Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the skin unravel SLICE深，拉，剥离，并让肌肤绎

We're here to scrape off a layer of your make-up 我们在这里刮去一层你的化妆

So we can see what a bitch is really made of 因此，我们可以看到一个小白脸真的做的

   

[VERSE 2: Brother Ali] [诗2 ：兄弟阿里]

I step off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my eyes all aglow 我从你hoola箍暗号走下了我的眼睛都发红

Walkin tall enough to make your half moon whole 走着足够高，能够让你的半月全

You don't need to get duct-taped to the bathroom flo' 你并不需要得到风管贴在浴室的FLO “

Cause I don't think your shit is flavor - the rats do, though 因为我不认为你是狗屎的味道 - 大鼠做的，虽然

You and your little bitch buddies think you're Thelma & Louise 你和你的小母狗哥们觉得你末路狂花

Cause you got a drum machine and you [?] 因为你有一个鼓机和你[？]

You need to respect a fuckin legend when he breathes 你必须尊重他娘的传奇，当他呼吸

'fore you get a K-Swiss logo embedded in your knees 前你得到一个K瑞士的标志镶嵌在你的膝盖

Shock the body-body, rock the consciousness 惊世骇俗的人体体，岩石的意识

Stagger the imagination, box your esophagus 是难以想象的，箱你的食道

The paradime, you stepped past the line 该paradime ，你踩到过去就行

And I show you why the masterminds have got a fuckin axe to grind 我告诉你为什么主谋已经得到了他妈的各怀鬼胎

Street magician like David Blaine with these songs 街头魔术师像大卫布莱恩这些歌曲

Crip-walkin through your mental corridor with metal cleats on CRIP -走着通过你的金属夹板心理走廊

Slug got the weed smoke, Ant got the beats broke 弹头得到了杂草的烟雾，蚂蚁拿到了破节拍

And your fuckin eyebrows might grow back, but your teeth won't 和你他妈的眉毛会再长出来，但你的牙齿会不会

   

(You gonna look pretty funny tryin to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth) （你会看起来很滑稽试着吃玉米一棒，没有他娘的牙齿）