Dexter Beats - Holy Grail [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: DexterBeats]

I came for the Grail
With a mind to prevail
With a knock to ya dome
And ya hand to a nail
King Of Babylon With a New Shine
Two times that of the past
Ruler of the bloodline
Suge knocked Pac off
And Biggie got gunned down
BRRRRAT BRRRRAT
Seak and find a new crown
Profound discovery of a new sound
Snatch a mic and
Show you how to get wild
I got styles, Who Am I?
Im breaking down the basics
Of everthing that is fucked up
Startin' with Wiz Khalifa
Im burnin' his fuckin Chucks up
And as for MGK? Motherfucker!
Lace The Fuck Up!
Thats a clear shot!
Now Take it and Shut the fuck up!
Hip-hop is gettin' too soft!
And feelings get to hurtin
No apologies for cursin'!
I ain't Drake with linen curtains
The death of mindless rap
Is the only thing thats for certain!
I'll bury em all alive
Now the tables are turnin'

[Verse 2: J.ReaL Hip Hop]

Step inside my disaster, your numbers up like its calculus
Do the math its spectacular, how my vernacular splattered ya
Biting off of my style, but I Abracadabera a Dracula
I battle rappers in space! You really wanna be a Challenger?!
Holding on to Excaliber, I am the greatest, Arthur/author
You current rulers just Uthor, I'd murder my own father
Your influence is cool, but my reign will be much harder
And I do this a Merlin's student, rhymes hotter than Morgana
We all dream of being the current throne takers
But tell me, what is a King to a fuckin' Crown Maker?!
Over 30 rappers running they mouths in the booth
Forever in search of that lyrical fountain of youth!
Profound, I'm the truth, you can tell by how I spaz a lot
Best thing out New Orleans since Juve signed to Rap-a-lot
So y'all keep Watching The Throne, & look at who ruling Camelot
While me & Hip-Hop playing Guinivere & Lancalot!


[Verse 3: DexterBeats]

I fortify my fortress
Engaging my metamorphasis
Bodies and severed heads
On the ground
Fucker Im warnin' ya
I see you from my cornias
Cornered ya in the corner
Of my dungeon with the demons
You ain't with us, you a forgeiner
I spit lyrical, None of you
Fuckers hear me though
You rather hear that weak shit
Those lyrics need a miracle
Decietful inviduals
They lying through they intervals
I came to fuck the game up
I'm reinstating the principles
Yall are typical mythical
And additional
Its visible to see that you
Can't even count a syllable
I am impeccable
The motherfuckin' general
Phenomanal and volatile
A hostile with a malotov
We are the pinnacale
Sentinals with a holy flow
Nah we ain't religious rappers
This is our confessional
You fuckin' maricons
Ain't fuckin with TheLab holmes
Nah ahh
You ain't fuckin with TheLab holmes