Anilyst - Live Verses [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Anilyst]
Okay, I keep low key
Motivated since '03
Pro mayn, I let the flow speak
I'm finna blow like the propane gon' leak
Stripping your chain and your rollie
I'm Sipping OJ with an OG
You think you know A but you don't B
I'm so lyrically dope I can OD
Embarrassing people below me
You beefing with me? that's bologna
Your pair of those yeezys are phony
Plus, you're swearing to Jesus you know me
But, compare him to me there is no need
Like a paraplegic to Kobe
Carelessly beat you then proceed
To just tear you to pieces with no knees
Light up a mic with the rap I'm kickin'
I got the grind that you cats are missin'
Rhyme with the mind of a mathematician
But minus the math and add the spittin'
Fact of Fiction
Spit fast as friction
You lack a mission
I stack commission
Cause, I'm a bit passionate
And I'm quick enough that I'll whiplash your neck
I, can't seem to go nights without sins
Hi, you think your dudes hyper than him?
I am unleashing a psycho within from the way I recite what I write with a pen
Serve you a verse to offend
Words that can turn in a verbal offence
Fuck your convertible Benz
I hope that it swerves till it curves in a vertical spin
Hurts you and then
Burns you and murders your friends
Making you turn to a church to repent
You're cursed with the worst of events
Fuck what you're worth you'll be searching for cents
Rap extortion I'll swing on y'all
A be the name do the thing so hard
Passion fa sho for this thing called raw
We can go back and forth like a ping-pong ball
Lyrical shit
Feed you it sweeter than Miracle Whip
Mixed, with syrup in it
My secret defense into leaving you tense is to speed up the spit
Like, bitch I'm into fucking name a fucker that isn't
I've come to spit it like no other when I'm under a minute
Delivering the shit that leaves a brotha diminished
I'll put it down and I've come for the finish
Stack enough mula to pack a van
Surpassing the loot of an average man
You're mad that I'm cooler than an avalanche
The kid's lit like a room full of jack-o'-lants

[Verse 2: Anilyst]
A psycho or a sicko
Mind is like a schizo
Motivated, always on my grind bro, it's simple
Born in '88 but I be riding in a 6-fo'
Horny baby watch the way the way I'm eyeing every thick ho
Shawty stays looking like a dime, no nickel
Freaky she the type though that bites, don't nibble
And if she comes to my show she might show nipples
Fucking with the triple threat bro her price gon' triple
I run it bitch I told ya
I'm coming with my soldiers
Ripping up the drums while mixing rum within my soda
You fronting if you think you're touching 'Lyst, listen closer
I'm blunted like I wen't and took a hundred hits of doja
Bragging he's a boaster
Imagine me on posters
A rapper with some hopes to be as half as rich as Oprah
Anilyst I'm known to be the man that kicks the flow ta (to)'
Handle each and every poser as I keep composure
Practicing my process
A bag of weed to focus
Actually, I'll plant a seed then have a tree and smoke it
Have to be the dopest with this masterpiece I wrote this
This cat competes ferocious
He could crack a sea like Moses