De Rayi - Ghetto Symphony (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 : De Rayi]
Hit it, hit it then I'm gone
De Rayi just dropped in the zone
No service hang up the damn phone
No service my chains interfering
My swagger fucked the signal so in the hood I'm the satellite
Adiposis edematosa, gross thighs that's cellulite
Blame me for killing your cellular
Finna kill this beat till you ululate
Wrote after control to agitate
Take the challenge nigga don't hate
'fore I slay 'em I meditate
Loud as a Kendrick control-versial verse
Piece of cake you running late
I'm only here for the take, take my tongue out for a walk
Word play my exercise
Demons know me as the exorcist
Pure nigga I'm a pure nigga I execute mudbloods, use no charm
She says I'm a charmer
No wand, I'm not a wizard
But she calls me wondrous wizard
Racy as hell but no racist
Lil girls think I'm a rapist
Democrats call me a fascist
Hitler of rap my flow Nazi

[Hook: Imogen Heap]

[Verse 2: Sharky]
Sharky!
Ah titambire Mr Chitungwiza
All these rappers say they're fly asi vangori hwiza
Vanotiza pavanondiona ndakabata mic
Kunge Sniper, I'm feeling really hyper
See, this is the typa flow inosimudza chaunga
Got that presidential flow A.K.A. Baba Chatunga (Salute!)
Vanovhunduka pavanoona zvuma zviri muhuro
Ko sei muchikoshesa tunhu tusina maturo (Hindava?)
They say that I don't dress like a rapper
All I hear is "Jebba Jebba" handidi zvinondinetsa
You a clown dude
Zvimasong zvako zvinosetsa but
My flow so straight, hapana anoipeta
Mupeta ndakaregera
All I do is get high off these bars
Don't ask why beat rine mascars
It's S-H-A to the R-K-Y
When they ask who that with the flow so nice
Bigshots!
Now you know the name so I guess it's alright
Ah Sharky

[Hook: Imogen Heap]

[Verse 3: De Rayi]
Chi-town boys we on the grind
Reppin' real, fightin' back
This for 'em my future fans
This for my homies we holdin' hands
Bump this as we ride
Our hood we rep to the death
Fearless traits we have the faith
Born and bred here, this the place that moulded us
Bones and bread for dinner, we ate without a fuss
Now we on the bus headed for the gas
No need for your damn pass
As we break free from this abyss
Taking down chains holding us
In the holding cell we the new school
We gotta pull like the young bulls we are
Making history, one day you shall write of the boy who came from killing cover beats
To making bomber hits
I want you to know I want the gold
Feel it in my rhyme this bold
Trip around my blade get killed
I'm doing this for real
I know I fit the bill
I am the real deal
Deal with this
De Rayi in the zone, told u I'm a killa
Blood and bone keeping it trilla
Vengeful feats, boy meets girl, barbaric love
Metaphor for me and hip hop
Do her for once and then pop!