Cameron Uzoka - Dead Presidents (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Cameron Uzoka]
Cocaina dreams, whiter than a robe of a Seraphim preacher
Malnourished creatures, eat of my lines
Generosity is like features, I’ll take part if you allow me
Investing in a future is prosperity shouting loudly
Pennies and pounds, gradually slip off the tip of my tongue
Saliva's salary costs money to spit extended like calories
On an obese statistics
Bury critics in time, casket is the emergence of a line
Cemetery is the cycle of eternity, sphere consisting of your crime
Of being humanity we were born to kill man
You die to make a living, so guard your will man
The fish dancing on your screen is what you call real fam
Diablo is my essence, its now time to spit flames
Devour all musicians and then I will shit change
For every hood child there's a devil around
And evils got me f'd thus I got the devil aroused
Now I got my sex on, charring the sun with the coldest style
A zero degrees lexicon
Protected by arms like a deputies son
Promiscuous eves grave for what is inside the membrane
Slept while switching lanes, beat troubles now the end came
Eternal thief I steal the hearts of all
It’s like I misplaced time, cause' when I pulverize
I leave opponents wondering what year, or month or day it is
A lyrical atheist I don’t believe in their rhymes
Never forgotten, but never seen like Masonic sign

[Verse 2: Cameron Uzoka]
Rap Elohim, so they all believe in me
Fans are agnostic, I dribble the toxic
Laying waste to lyricists who are not above this
Venom spreads like butter, I’m established ill
Beef is mentioned yet some find it hard to extract the veal
Vegen opposers find it hard to oppose us
Cut throat thugs, collide with eves yet there able to liven the head
Embracing the hustlers regime for two seconds
The recipient of sex receives a text like two weapons
Nudges the ho, planning the mechanics of cultivating do
Augmenting his fiscal year
Mans gain is equivalent to money producing a tear
Abused by Solomons desire
100 concs, wives and visions of love, figures of mariah
We retire into wants, material goods are recruiting
Backwards genesis, verbal scriptures that I am spewing
Events that have been ensuing
Gave permit for time to travel
Born with cheese its evident genes were taken from cattle
Gambling with chickens letting pokerish antics unravel
While I’m on top of the game, Nikeys are playing scrabble
Chicks like chicks that like chicks
And you beat depending on the number of whips
Celebration is elegant, intelligence is immaculate
Apples in my disposal of course I’l be maccing it
While the vile hide inside the nooks and crannies
This cycle is older than your ancestors of your beloved nannies
All Fake rappers without me your nothing
Jehovah's failed creation
So how do I talk to someone who doesn't exist
Life is loving, loving is life
Put it together and then repeat then you’ll know that I’m loving my life