Bobby Winning - On Fire Remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Bobby Winning]
I am, so fanatic with this shit man
It’s like a crack addiction every time a track is written
I need another fix asap so Im right back to the spitting
Been like this ever since I was a kid practicing in the kitchen
Tapping the beat with my hand while scrabbeling on the sheets man
It’s the best feeling, right next to tapping ass on chickens
And pouring up glasses of the liquor. I prefer Cognac or Whiskey
Think I'm worth billions when I'm relaxing with my misses
Then I'm right back at it. I'm so sporadic with the flipping
Practicing different flows, so I can vary the axes of rhythm
Regardless of which context I’m passionately gripping
I do it with sprinkles of mathematical wisdom
Fuck it. I'm dope even if I bar random gibberish
With no facts in the sentence I still grab a mention
There's no wonder I'm laughing at you midgets
I make y'all look ridiculous like Shaq when he tripping

[Chorus: Bobby Winning]
You see I lock shit. And then I pop shit
And then we Rock it like a rocket
Start a moshpit, on some rock shit
And then we burn down the god damn top list
That hot shit. I got it, no lying
Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am
On fire
Motherfucker I'm on fire


[Verse 2: ZEPS]
I am, so fanatic with this shit man
It’s like a coke addiction every time the dope is drippin
My flow precision is potent so ima go the distance
Whether fresh freestyles or kickin older writtens
I got the pole position, always in first place
Never wack rap, that is the worst case
All beats are sick, every verse great
Pussies that want beef, i call it skirt steak
I love boom bap gutter when i wanna spit
But u might hear me do electronic shit
Jazz tobacco with my live band ima flip
Like a marijuana spliff strong like a monolith
My conglomerate consists, of straight spittas
Gorilla ape killas forilla we stay illa fill a
Cup, with your favorite drink and raise it
My mom raised a kid with nothin but John Blaze shit

[Chorus: Bobby Winning]
You see I lock shit. And then I pop shit
And then we Rock it like a rocket
Start a moshpit, on some rock shit
And then we burn down the god damn top list
That hot shit. I got it, no lying
Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am
On fire
Motherfucker I'm on fire

[Break: Bobby Winning]
Gotta have a third though I live for the first
Started off a kindergarten thug, graduated to a nerd
Hip hop, I’m so infatuated by Her. So I
Never amputate my words, I’m calculating all my verses

[Verse 3: ZEPS]
Ayo Bobby. How come promoters sleepin' on me
Like I can't pack a house, damn, come on B
I'ma tell them all fuck you calmly
ZEPS in the best, dead ass like a zombie
Track sheets, check my stats rap athlete
Only fat beats blowing up like plastique
All these wack geeks belong in a trash heap
Lazy pricks, i recorded 5 songs last week!

[Verse 4: Bobby Winning]
Feed them to the masses and watch them heads blow
I swear to everything sacred my best flow is like a death roll
Cranked on espresso and then I just go
The outcome is something like track 12 on Stankon
So by now you should know what fire is
Cuz motherfucker. We got that fire bitch
Whenever I write stuff so I dare you to put me in a cypher
Bobby Winning, I’m on fire like Richard Pryor high with a motherfucking

[Chorus: Bobby Winning]
You see I lock shit. And then I pop shit
And then we Rock it like a rocket
Start a moshpit, on some rock shit
And then we burn down the god damn top list
That hot shit. I got it, no lying
Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am
On fire
Motherfucker I'm on fire