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Azealia Banks’ “212” Translated for 40-somethings

Originally published February 25th, 2013

Being a 40-something who grew up listening to hip-hop and rap isn’t easy. Most of the (c)rap that passes for hip-hop today sucks. And when you do find something incredible, it was performed by someone who was born the year you graduated college and seemingly speaks a foreign language.

Azealia Banks’ single, “212”  is incredible. And completely unintelligible for anyone over 40. What follows is a translation of “212” written by a 40-something for 40-somethings. If you were born after 1980 you don’t need to read this, and in fact you should be out having fun doing all of the things I wish I could: like seeing a movie without getting a babysitter. Seriously, enjoy life while you can: soon you will be old too.

Actual LyricsTranslation for Old People
[Verse 1][Holy shit, what is this?]
Hey I can be the answerIf you don’t understand the first stanza, this translation is for you. And you are old
I’m ready to dance when the vamp upI am prepared to dance once the hook is established
And when I hit that dip, get your cameraWhen I do dance, be prepared to take pictures. Of course I mean digital pictures, since film is for dinosaurs. Like you.
You could see I been that bitch since the PamperNote that I have been extremely talented since I was but a baby (Around when you were in your 20s).
And that I am that young sis, the beaconAlso note that I am now a young, attractive woman
The bitch who wants to compete andAn extremely confident young woman who desires her shot
I could freak a ‘fit, that pump with the peep andIf I chose to I could look extremely desirable in a more typically feminine pair of high-heeled shoes with open toes
You know what your bitch become when her weave inMuch like the woman in your life does when she dresses well
I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps andMy desires are simple: I’d like to have a drink with your friends;
Sit in that lunch if you’re treatingJoin you for lunch, should you be willing to purchase it
Kick it with your bitch who come from ParisianHang out with your girlfriend from Paris
She know where I get mine from, and the seasonWho not only recognizes the labels of the clothes I wear, she can also tell what time of year I bought them
Now she wanna lick my plum in the eveningBy nightfall she will be so smitten with me that she wants to perform cunnilingus upon me
And fit that ton-tongue d-deep inLike those pornos you “never watch”
I guess that cunt getting eatenI am so confident/carefree with my sexuality that I will carelessly allow your woman to go down on me
I guess that cunt getting eatenAlthough the sheer repetition of this line
I guess that cunt getting eatenWill certainly make you think
I guess that cunt getting eatenThat maybe I will also go down on her
[Verse 2][Wow, that was cool! She’s dirty. Wait, where is this going?]
I was in the 212I was in the Manhattan borough of New York City
On the uptown A, nigga you know what’s up or don’t youRiding the A train towards Harlem, surely you know which direction the trains run in New York
Word to who made youI pay respect to my elders, specifically your mother
I’m a rude bitch, nigga, what are you made up of?I am also exceptionally “street”, a quality I believe you lack
I’m-a eat your food up, booI will take that which is yours, starting with your bare necessities
I could bust your eight, I’m-a do one too, fuck ya gon’ do?I will either: 1) Open your 8-ball of cocaine and snort it all, or 2) I will render your 8-line battle rap useless with my 8-line battle rap. Either way, you are impotent before me
I want you to make bucks, I’m a look-right nigga, bet you do want to fuckI believe there is room in this market for the both of us. I being a pretty woman, and you a man who would obviously like to have sex
Fuck him like you do want to cumBut I am so much better than you, your only hope is to sleep your way to the top. With other men.
You’re gay to get discovered in my two-one-deuceYou have forsaken your sexuality in an effort to make it in New york
Cock-a-licking in the water by the blue bayouIt all started when you began giving blowjobs to producers in New Orleans
Caught the warm goo in your doo-rag too sonBut even that you suck at, as you let them ejaculate on your headwear.
Nigga you’re a Kool-Aid dudeNow you lack street credibility and will follow anyone
With your doo-doo crew son, fuck are you into, huh?Do you have any idea how far you and your friends are in over your heads?
Niggas better oooh-run-runYou should all leave town: melodically and quickly.
You could get shot, homie, if you do want toOnly bad will become of
Put your guns up, tell your crew don’t frontYou and your friends pretending to be gangsters
I’m a hoodlum nigga, you know you were too onceI am willing to do anything to succeed, a position you were in before (her intended target has changed to another female rapper)
Bitch I’m ’bout to blew up tooNow I am on the verge of obtaining complete success as well
I’m the one today, I’m the new shit, boo, young RapunzelMy fresh style and long hair make me more relevant today than you
Who are you bitch? New lunchFor what are you really but fodder for my rhymes?
I’m-a ruin you, cuntI will steal your market share and your fans
I’m-a ruin you, cuntBecause I am more worldly than you
I’m-a ruin you, cuntEvidenced by my British use of the word “cunt”
I’m-a ruin you, cuntWhich I obviously learned while in London
[Bridge][The part of the song you will (try) to sing around the office tomorrow. It is also addressed to herself]
Ayo, I heard you’re riding with the same tall, tall taleHello, word is you continue to represent yourself with familiar fictions
Telling them you made someBoasting to the world that are successful
Saying you’re grinding but you ain’t going nowhereAnd claiming to be hard-working, yet you are unsuccessful
Why you procrastinate girlStop wasting time
You got a lot, but you just waste all yours andYou are talented, but allow said talent to go to waste
They’ll forget your name soonStardom is fleeting
And won’t nobody be to blame but yourself yeahAnd you are the only one holding you back
[Hook][Wait, what? I liked the melodic part! I don’t understand this screaming]
What you gon’ do when I appearI am looking forward to seeing what happens to you
W-when-when I premiereWhen my album is released
Bitch, the end of your lives are nearThe date of which shall signal the end of your career
This shit been mine, mineAs my hostile takeover of your fanbase and market share is so assured I refer to it in the past tense
[Verse 3][I’m lost, but I still like it]
Bitch, I’m in the 212Lest the bridge has made you think I’ve gone soft, I will remind you that I still lack respect for you. I remain in Manhattan
With the fifth cocked nigga, it’s the two-one-zooWhere I carry a loaded and cocked handgun, because it is a wild and crazy town
Fuck you gon’ do, when your goon sprayed upYou may think this is all fiction, but I sincerely question your ability to respond well to one of your friends getting shot
Bet his bitch won’t get him, betcha you won’t do muchBecause you are lame, by extension so are your friends and their girlfriends. Whoever shoots one of your crew need not fear retaliation from anyone, especially you.
See, even if you do want to bustShould you actually have the courage to fire your weapons outside of a shooting range
Your bitch’ll get you cut and touch you crew up too, PopEveryone in your life will come to harm, Old Man
You’re playing with your butter like your boo won’t chewYou are so pathetic that your woman refuses to please you forcing you to please yourself
Cock the gun, too — where you do eat poon, hon?You’re impotent even with a loaded weapon, and you perform unrequited cunnilingus upon your woman
I’m fucking with you, cutie-qOh, have I hurt your feelings? I’m just pushing your buttons. I still want you to buy my albums
What’s your dick like homie, what are you into, what’s the run, dudeSo let me flirt with you just enough to make you feel manly: Are you well endowed? What acts will you perform on me? What can you tell me about what’s going on?
Where do you wake up?Do you currently have a girlfriend?
Tell your bitch keep hating, I’m the new one too, huhExplain to her that she is now your ex-girlfriend.
See, I remember you when you were the young new faceAnd to all you other rappers out there: I remember when you were “it”
But you do like to slumber, don’t youNow that you’ve made it, you are coasting on your fame
Now your boo up too, honNow your fame is up
I’m-a ruin you, cuntMy career shall supersede yours.