Hades66 – Manhattan II Lyrics X MR GOAT (English Translation)

Intro
What the hell are these little rookie rappers snoring about? It pisses me off.
I make her suck it while I roll up a joint.

Verse 1
She knows it’s true.
I’m crazy, I hand out cash to the girl.
I’m making so much money that I’m rapping in English, really.
Suck my ****, I sing like a ****,
A.K.A. for all this war. **** that ****, I’m still in this war.

****, what do you think? That they were gonna **** me?
Do a raid so they can **** the ****?
Hahahahahaha, assholes.

Chorus 1
I’m Kobe to the LeBrons.
Hahahaaaaa, suckers.
I’m breaking all of them—asses and hearts.
Rifles, Colt, Lambo and AK.
Mansions, Yacht, **** and stacks.

Milk and honey, we give it to your girl.
Rolex, AP, 100K on the plate.
Click clack, your time is running out.
Click clack, I got 50 on my wrist.
Click clack, I have a watch, and it’s not an hourglass.

Verse 2
I’m like Jack Sparrow, **** mermaids.
What are you gonna brag about with all those fake clothes,
All those fake diamonds, all those fake plates?
****, and all those views are fake. Charlatan.

Bridge
Give me the percs, Nicky Jam.
My head and my **** are like a Space Jam toy.
And twice they arrested me, twice I paid the bail.
She wants my Apple; **** doesn’t want your Apple Watch.
You don’t understand, or should I explain it?

That I love the ****, that powder is sold.
I’m from Puerto Rico.
I hit her with the mic: “Mami, move that little ass,
‘Cause your mom is fine, and for your man, a hundred and some.”

Chorus 2
I go down to Manhattan, the bald guy, Jason Tatan.
I want you to do me like Pacman, waka waka.
I spent 3 grand in cash; Versace are the sneakers.
She’s horny, she’s a ****.
**** in the air, she’s a flight attendant.

New York, and I bought all the blue blue gammas,
And I bought the blue blue gammas.

Outro
I put it in her big mouth, and she goes gluuu gluuu.
That **** makes me gluuu gluuu.

In your song, you’re nobody.
Me, in your song, they respect me.
I arrive at Golden Rush like a baby, and they want to give me titty.
I wake up **** off, I’m gonna give you 3 cookies.
****, I’m your daddy.
Smell the little ****, respect me.

Lyrics Meaning

This song is a raw, aggressive display of hyper-masculine bravado, street credibility, and material excess, typical of certain hardcore rap subgenres. It functions less as a narrative and more as a series of provocative boasts and confrontational taunts aimed at rivals and the listener.

Thematic Core – Dominance and Authenticity: The central theme is establishing superiority. The rapper positions himself as the authentic, dangerous “real” versus “little trili rappers” he dismisses as fake, weak, and fraudulent (“fake clothes, fake diamonds, fake plates, fake views”). His claims of violence, wealth, and sexual conquest are tools to assert this dominance.
Violence and Criminal Imagery: References to specific firearms (“Rifles, Colt… AK”), arrests, bail, and drug slang (“percs,” “perico”) serve a dual purpose. They establish a street-hardened, outlaw persona and act as threats against enemies (“your time is running out”).
Materialism as a Weapon: Luxury items (Lambo, Rolex, AP, Versace, yacht, mansions) and cash (“100K on the plate,” “3 grand in cash”) are flaunted not just as symbols of success, but as proof of his legitimacy and power over others (“we give it to your girl”).
Provocative and Misogynistic Language: The lyrics employ graphic, degrading sexual language and objectification of women. This is a deliberate stylistic choice within this genre, intended to shock, display a particular form of crass power, and reinforce the narrator’s unapologetic, transgressive image.
Pop-Culture References as Metaphors: He uses disparate references to frame his persona:
- “Kobe to the LeBrons”: He’s the ultimate champion (Kobe Bryant) versus other greats (LeBron).
- “Jack Sparrow”: A cunning, rule-breaking pirate.
- “Space Jam toy”: His “head and ****” are valuable, iconic collectibles.
- “Pacman” (waka waka): Likely referring to aggressive consumption or evading capture.
  These create a chaotic, self-aggrandizing collage of coolness.
Overall Intent: The song is a performance of toxic, unchecked id. It’s designed to project an image of untouchable success rooted in street culture, intimidate rivals with violent and sexual boasts, and shock or impress listeners with its unfiltered display of wealth, vice, and arrogance. It’s a musical power play.

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