BYOI - Level 99 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Uh
Yeah, you know what it is
BYOI
Prophet
Rey Chavo
Let's go

[Verse 1: Prophet]
Gonna start a barrage, whether you here or not
Cause I'm holdin' on, the telephone with God
Yeah it's no facade, got encore applause
I'll mirage your squad, the whole fuselage
Special kind, first in line, rake dollar signs, level 99
Been told my verses redefine
Whippin' in the hearse for when you resign
I rhyme divine, your decline's nonstop
Flow stupid man I should call ya raindrops
It's no surprise that ya whole tape flops
Got 'em too busy gettin' my shit copped
In a room with a bat 'bout to "chat & mingle"
I'm all that in a stack of Pringles
Got the hunny girls on me when releasing singles
Like fallen ones before me I proceed the symbols
Replete the crystals, equipping pistols
Have seen the vision, foreseen precision
I'm on a mission 'til I see it done
Quit standing up here with your thumb in your ass
I be puffin' the grass, I been snorin' through class
Yet remain to retain all the information
Don't tell me I'm great, it's the words that I paint through spoken illustration

[Hook: Prophet & Rey Chavo]
Four in the morning, still I'm storming while your shit is boring
My flow is gorgeous, hold the cordless when I sing the chorus
Audience hollering bravo, Prophet following Chavo
Conquering combo, taking the world but we'll start with Toronto

[Bridge: Prophet]
This ain't an act
I smack a snapback off ya top 'n take the goodies out the knapsack
Roll the punches, my doobies packed
Smoke a bunch & munch the Scooby snacks
Your shit's whack, ears bleed when you on a track
I'm on attack, you becoming my slave, bet
Been digging my grave but stay hidden out under your bed...

[Verse 2: Rey Chavo]
Power level over 9000, no clowning I'm the greatest
Be honored when I say shit, I was born for this
The crown's my birthright, your shit wack mine too tight
MK flow, I just fight, Prophet got it started I'm just here to finish 'em
Taking shots at the king but you keep missing him
Wanna top the Forbes list, your boy in Versace looking gorgeous
Don't need love, I want to be hated
First rapper to be overpaid and underated
I work too hard at this shit to let it go, no time for hoes, just need to flow
Killing all my foes, got it ready now it's time to blow
Spit true shit you don't even know
Just running through the 6 with all my woes
No competition, this is true division, can't see me, raise the partition
Envision me selling out arenas, this is real shit no John Cena
Don't underestimate, born to be great
Can't be me so you gotta hate
Only got one mode, I dominate
You can't touch me so just compensate
Taking over the world the way I rock the mic
Getting the 6 popping they know my shit tight
Don't front I practice what I preach
Put down your mic and let me teach
Don't talk about heights that you can't reach
You writing checks you can't cash
Talking out your ass, never first you always last
I'm stylish, no look pass
Break glass ceilings when I'm writing my verses
I shoot, don't miss put rappers in they hearses
I brought the heat to air you all out
Can't be beat I got you scared now
There is no retreat, your words are obsolete all you got left is defeat