Cxpkiller - Chilluminati [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Asher Roth Sample]
Pay attention
So Bark Bark, another subpar spittin'
Yeah, my time is limited and I refuse to waste a minute
So finish, Bustin' Ass, Snuffaluf-gas
In the cab huffin' grass, Fuck it I puff puff pass
Pay attention
So Bark Bark, another subpar spittin'
Yeah, my time is limited and I refuse to waste a minute
So finish, Bustin' Ass, Snuffaluf-gas
In the cab huffin' grass, Fuck it I puff puff pass
Enough of that

[Verse 1: Cxpkiller]
I wanna be the God of the melodies & the beats
I don't wanna stress when I see the number 20 on my receipts
I wanna have niggas out their seats & bitches on their feet
Bowing to the king as they know that its me
Bitch I'm a cop killer, fame damned, kicking a can
Cause I ain't got a lot of money but I got a lot of fans
That's why I'm cool as fuck & my bitch is cool as fuck
Yours is basic, on Facebook, looking like a duck
& I kill shit nigga hit the kill switch nigga
Riding with my boys like Lilo with Stitch nigga
My third eye open, yall niggas blind
Don't back stab a bitch, but I hit it from behind (hind hind)
Grind, every day, every night
Got a Waldo flow, very hard to find
Niggas think they cool just cause they got a nine
Well I got a gold watch, but I still don't got time
For you boys, niggas & all you bitches
Yeah I got money buy nigga I ain't the richest
But I am the chillest cause I puff when I can
Man I hit more trees than a blind Tarzan
Got a collect call from nowhere, they say they're expecting me
Just a small leaf on the family but I'm effecting the whole tree
Just another trophy, on the top shelf
Some believe in God, I believe in myself
Rolled a blunt full of shame, pill bottle full of rage
The love feels like hate, the air feels like a cage
What are we doing man? Where are we going with this?
When will Santa get his present? When will Cupid get his kiss?
I grew up too fast, had my heart broken
Don't bare arms but always keep my eyes open
& I won't stop this till I get a finish call
Got my mind going back & forth, tennis ball
Its the cinnamon truth, very hard to swallow
& the failure is hype, so I stay humble
I just finished a song & three more after that
Man I just got out the studio, can we just relax?
& you ain't listening to Cxpkiller, you listening to hard work
But once you're famous, all you're sniffing is hard work
& yes I might be puffing, up in my attic
But once you make it big, you're just another pill addict
Nigga I don't rep the west, I don't rep the east
I don't rep the God, I don't rep the beast
We think we're doing good but the governments set us up
& they won't give up, till America is corrupt
They still don't understand, they don't see what I fucking see
Cause its illegal to leave the way that I flee
& I might say shit that's a bit outrageous
Then I get pissed off & I rip out pages
While your crew stacking money, my niggas stacking coffins
We don't go together like some allergies & some pollen
Never see my shadow cause I'm never looking down
& all I hear is footsteps cause I'm running this town
Tear a page, write some shit, go sheet after sheet
& this ain't music, its motion over a beat
Scribble, erase, sheet after sheet
& this ain't hip hop, its poetry over a beat nigga

[Hook]