Emm - Poison [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Emm (Intro):
(Coughs)
Yeah
Yeah

Emm
Verse 1:

Okay
I go through a sentence pumping a fist call it a punchline
I been killing and eatng cats, every battle is lunchtime
On another level of madness, I know I lost my mind
Dropping verses on hospital toilets this is sick-shit Verbal pysco path I rap with a killer instict
Concrete jungle flow more poisinours dan crazy bee stings
Exposing more faggot rappers dan asses on G-strings
I don't get betta yeah I get worse
They busy with dope lines, fuck it I got a crack verse
Im so ill on mics I don't spit I vomit
Lyrics that spread faster dan bacteria when Im coughing
I can sell fire in hell and still make profit
My swag is so sharp its like my style came with a razor blade
I don't rap in small street dats why my rhymes is never fake
I go hard with every line that's why I never take a break
Time is money, so Im never late
Hard punchline spitter and still knocking out teeth
I carry a butcher knife to the streets cause I love beef
Too many verses in my book it's like I need two mics
Lyricaly intelligent it's like I need 2 minds

Nicko
Verse 2:

The game is on, I'm playing mind games
I juss wonder why what you do cause yo brain dead
I evode niggas like I'm the hurricane
I'm lyrically destructive
I bring confusion every time I rap
Im flowing like I'm narrating a story
Hypothetically speaking, I'm the shit!
I'm stinking up the place
My flow is like.. Ultra-sonic waves
Niggas say my name like I'm a saviour
I go hard, you bicthes smoothen up my way
When I show up, niggas say FUCK
I go to war instently (uhhh fuck!)
I kill niggas niggas when I spit
It's Nicko, the dope dick, I fuck this track and pass on my heritary characteristics
Yeah niggas want my DNA
Hip hop is in my veins
I'm indigenous to this rap game
Yeah, it's Nicko baby
Yeah, it's Nicko baby

K9
Verse 3:

K9 steppin in, where's my fucken competition?
My flow is mathematical, I'm rapping calculations
Niggas spot fake J's, but they can't solve for X
Spinal Cord karate, Jackie Chan got my back
Shot-put nigga, I ball so hard
Yeah, Hip Hop is dead, if I don't play my part
I don't play with words.. I tell them "go home"
I got a bad bitch, same colour as Doge Tone
You hit me with a brick? I hit you with an iPhone
My flow is cold, when I rap it does snow
I got these rappers wearing jackets in the studio
Turn The Soil into mud, fucken pigs
Yeah, okay now Im done with the silly rhymes
All Red everything like I'm valentine
When I show up all these other rappers 6-9
Who got the best verse? Huh K9! (True)
Like a sleeping judge, nigga I rest my case
I don't TRUST her cause.. I don't have a CHOICE
I don't have a choice (RedGang)
I don't have a choice