B-Swizz - Legacy [Prod. By. KleversWorld] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: B-Swizz]
Knew that I could do it
Ever since I had a two cents
And once I open my mouth there is no more losing


[Verse 1: B-Swizz]
Cuz I got a flow that'll knock you out ya sneakers
Words so sick they got a 110 fever
Chop up your tracks with an infected cleaver
Fuck all of the disbelievers
Bitch I'll serve you all like I'm passing out subpoenas
I don't want to hear you, you or you fools either
I am an overachiever. If you think ya better than me, ha
You barkin' up the wrong tree bud

I been doin' this shit, you still new to this shit
I can hear it when you spit. Shit
I can come back like lickidy split
When I'm killing this shit
And I'm iller than sick
And yo bitch still feeling this

So I don't gotta explain
Why on your girls iTunes you see my name
That's B-Swizz, clearly she already knows what it is
Too bad I still gotta remind you fucks
Talk shit about me, I don't give two fucks
You already do suck. So your word do, what?
Nothing, everything you say your bluffin'
Go ahead come back with somethin'
Cuz I'll go into my arsenal, break you down like particles
Put your ass on the front page like articles
So I don't gotta tell you again whos the hardest one

It's already been known
I've already been on
Every night, when I write. I think about if I'll really make it
Get so much hate bet y'all wondering how I take it
Don't let these feelings get mistaken
I know I gotta be patient
Never take for granted the talent that I was given
Sometimes I feel the rain fall heavily
But it'll be worth once I leave my legacy



[Verse 2: B-Swizz]
What'd you do, when all bets are off
What'd you do, when all hope is lost
What if before you get on, people already told you you fell off
Well maybe I'm better off on my own
And clearly, that's the path that's shown
So you can find me at your local venue shutting the place...down

You really think I give a fuck what you think of me
Or how I compare to the industry
Shit I'm only 17 years old
I drop holes in the roads. Your tracks are just bumps
You chumps, I'm bout to break the bank and give out reality checks one by one
I guarantee you get stunned by one
And once I'm done, I'm gonna blow so you ass betta run

Call me a hypocrite, I don't give a shit
I don't wanna hear about who your rappin' with
Or who your crap is with. Fuck your make shift label
Cuz you still ain't bringin shit to the table
I keep it real, your shits all fable
Never did I think that I would be able
To write lines, that blow minds
Ya new flows my old grind

So what makes you think you compare to me
Though I show you up so embarrassingly
It must be a mystery, simply
I put phrases in rhythm to make a simile
Y'all put hate on Facebook to try to get into me
In this industry your friends become your enemy's
But there will be no end to me
Only the real fans recognize my legacy