Cambatta - Tronological Slaughter [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

All hail to the late bloomers who should’ve made it way sooner
But put in work and now they spreading like a brain tumor
I’m pop locking in my grey Pumas
I hot box in front of state troopers
They call me Luther cuz I'm in the van with the dro like the gay crooner
Speaking of gay fuck J. Hoover, he's JFK' s shooter
I like gays I think Frank’s super
I really hope he has a great future
But what you do in your bedroom keep to yourself bruh I'm straight cooter
Booty and fake hooters! Who do it like they hoovers!
A couple of them Fifty Shades of Gray cougars
And show ‘em the dark shade is way cooler
Batta man leader of the Taliban
Taking over all the land you can call me Charlemagne
I'm raping ya with the Saudi for the oil
Assassinating you like Gaddafi cuz you’re loyal
It's all for the spoils of the royal
Meanwhile I'm getting roots deep in the soil
Seed sprouts, busting through concrete I'm free now
The rose that grows from street trials
In the physical realm I'm not free
But in the metaphysical realm God’s me
Inherited the words from Ali
So he don't gotta talk, his voice inside me
Platinum FUBU, my tapes aces first packs from Lulu
Stack is noodles sincere I'm tryna go back to Zulu
New jack I hate paying taxes screw you

Until the end of time
I'ma give the world everything in my mind