Evillhero - Gran MC [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

He(INTRO)
Ohhhhh God uh uh uh Myyy God

(Verse 1 Evillhero)
Im so dope
You'll die
Try N hit me
I Bin storage this verse
Lets Count a decade first
Shaker of the earthquake
Rumble of the thunder
Girl your mother dont like me ofcourse im a motherfucker
No good moment last forever is why its a moment
Get me the fuckin camera make your fuckin poses
Glass pipe Brillo Copper poppa dont do that
Bein noisy help me see that
I wanna be everywhere but im no where
Everybody I know feels like they dont care
Whats fear
Lets fear what we dont fear
Ok ok ok
God sent a God Mc
Me E He Ro
Judo you know
Flip this Uno to boo co
Migo torpedo stupido
Into E hole B oil
Bend niggas like noodles
Ben gettin it
Like who knew
Who chew dirt food like they make dirt moves
I know dude that murk dudes
Turn them blue like murfs do
These fuckin fools can't fuck wit who
Me I mama C I Stressed out
Lost an forgotten siblings I X out
I left out the doubt they hit me with
Im good now you should be clapping
Im backin matter fact im going nowhere meaning I remain
I can't change

(Hook)
This is in memory
Until the end of me
Hi to my Enemy
I hope you Remember Me
(I hope you Never Forget x3)

(Bridge)
Shout out to the one's
Who ain't make it
The ones that didn't deserve it
All of the freak accidents
We can't forget

(Verse 2 Evillhero)
Tune in you are Now listening to
My Realness My truth
But the world goin judge
Your honor im honest
Baby your Convenient AtM
I know Hoes N Motherfuckers HnM
Its Me an Me but im stll Dmv
If my music dont reach
Im overly talented every week
Help them Now these dudes under pressure
Im a God Mc can't Nobody protect ya
Let me help you shoot
Raise your tech up
Them boys Won't ketchup
Boys get matched up
Put into the fire
Suns out eat beats for breakfast
Break fast through a checklist
I gets Reckless blade of lyrics
Meet your throat like ah neckless
Check this over protective
When im Threatned so im checkin
For every nigga Checkin
Look for shooters hand maneuvers
Sly intruders
Fuck an opinion I do this
Full of bars dont gas me up
Dont give a fuck let em Run up I Run a Muck
Lips talk to much shut em up

(Hook)

(Outro)
Hip to the game whats my chance of losing
None the less they couldn't see this writer at his desk
I dont carve my name I inscribe the best
Can I live?
How am I even mentioned
When Im not even there
Negative tones out grow
Folks thats Grown
The childish shit they on
Give them an inch the tension fills
Suffocation begins
I rhyme on time all the time
Lyrics so cold send chills down your spine
You just gave birth to Goose bumps turn my music up
What you want guns or drugs drugs or guns
I have none of them
Still I witnessed them destroy victims
Im vicious chillin spittin ridiculous
Vision this Gran M I C Make hiphop History Victory the story