ABRZY Rahman - Lord Rahman (Remake by I.D Beatz) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
They wanna hold me back
All my life- They wanna hold me back
Fuck em

Oh you heard that I’m back nigga?
ABRZY and I’m fucking up this track nigga!
Go against me? Are you outta your mind do you really wanna die?
Boy you must be on crack nigga!
Lyrical bullets in my gat, I’ma clap niggas
You ain’t really running shit cause I’ma overlap niggas
Always been the underdog now watch me the lead the pack nigga
Rolling through the city feeling like a young Barak nigga
Yeah
Young rap god and I’m back in the flesh
Do it for my city see I rep Bangladesh
And I really can’t wait till my dreams manifest like hold up
And I made my way
Fuck all these critics they just hate all day
Middle finger to everything that they gon’ say
Give me rappers, give me beats- I’m still gon’ slay
Like straight up!
Don’t you doubt that I’m that boy
Words are my weapons so a nigga keeps strapped boy
Mac boy, rap lord, pumping that trap lord
Balling so hard that I finna break the backboards
Fuck all those bullies in that school in Strathmore
This for all the kids that used to bully me in Strathmore
Don’t be acting like this ain’t everything you asked for
But they just motivate me and remind me why I rap for
My flow is so ridiculous
The way that I be killing it
The way that I be drilling bitches with music they feeling it
I’m sicker than some syphilis
I paint it just so vivid. Shit
They digging my belligerence
The haters taste the bitterness
I’m sick of all this ignorance
They say you couldn’t make it you’re an immigrant
But fuck em’ cause you know I stay committed with it, get it
Every time you turn it up you hear the viciousness
And this is me making my claim that I’m about to kill it bitch!

Everyday I’d go to school, find my locker vandalized
I just felt like a fool, that shit left me traumatized
Wishing I could stand up to these niggas but I felt so paralyzed
And every cell in my body was screaming homicide
Yeah I say I motherfuck them other guys
Just like every beat on this album man they gotta die
Every single day of my childhood had a lot of strife
But now I got a hundred fans and you know that they down to ride
If I could back to my 15 year old self I’d tell em’ don’t be a pussy
Go and grab that 45 of your grandfathers shelf and put it to a bully
I used to pray to god to make these bullies go away
But then I realized god doesn’t work that way
So maybe if I murder these bullies and plead forgiveness I would see some better days like
Everyday at school I’d hear the word terrorist
It’s ironic I’m about to blow up watch me get it bitch
Holler at the boy and forget my competitors
Do you roger that like your last name Federer?
Fuck a fake friend they just enemies within nigga
Never have your back all they do is just pretend nigga
Always felt like shit before I picked up this pen nigga
Then I started rapping- success is the best revenge nigga
My mind is a weapon
And I rhyme with aggression
And I shine and I’m blessing
And I strive for perfection
And I grind and I’m flexing on these niggas
I’ma killer, keep it trilla flow is iller
See I thrive under pressure nigga
You know what it is I always push it to the limit
You can try to break me down but you can never break my spirit
You be bitchin’, I be bossin’
I’m just grinding, you just gossip
You a pussy, you a problem
I’ma motherfucking monster right?

Back like a sequel, on tracks were not equal
I’m really in the game while you rap in the bleachers
If you say your bitch is mean, I’ma tell you mine’s meaner
I’m just getting head while sipping on that ribena
Back from hiatus
Then I say “Hi Haters”
Then I flew by haters
Cause I’m here for my paper
We just mobbing going hard- pumping Meek Milly
Every time she hears my music she’s wetter than Free Willy
Goddam!
This the type of album
You gon’ fuck a bitch to, you gon’ smoke a spliff to
This the type of album
That helps you finish reps and make you go hard at the gym to
This the type of album
That make you feel like kings do, cooler than an igloo
You got two seconds on the clock, its up to you to make the shot
And this the type of album that help you get the wins through
All my life people just doubted me and counted me out
But I don’t give a fuck cause I be so about it g
In love with the game and I love the euphoria
I’m running this shit like Oscar Pistorius
I’ve been through some shit, you know I done see some better days
So I pray to God to make my cloudy skies go away
But I ain’t going no where cause a young nigga here to stay
I put that on my life, put that on my Grandmama grave
The throne is for the taking
Watch me take it, it be vacant
Watch me make it, watch me slay it
I be feeling like the greatest
I’ve been hated all my life I guess my karmas just amazing
I’ma take it to another level talking super saiyan nigga
Shout out to the fans they been patient, they been waiting
For me to come with a hit again and get the streets blazing
It’s your boy ABRZY all I do is dream chasing, keep chasing
And I really cannot wait to say that “nigga we made it”

[Outro]
All winter man, All winter
I just look around- Tiger Tribe, All Winners
Working all winter, just to fuck the summer up
And I bet by the end of it, I’ll feel like I ain’t done enough
That’s just the result of being humble yet I’m hungry for that cream
Trying to be the greatest that my country has ever seen
Tiger take-over
You don’t want that drama
Bitch it’s Lord Rahman!