Fiendix - Urban Legend Has It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro)
Fiendix!
Urban Legend Has It
Yeah!
Come on!
Let me show you how it's done! x2
Ugh!
Yeah!
Ugh!
Fiendix!

(Verse 1)
Now I'm stuck in a purgatory
Shining like the sun; they be testing me; this the best of Maury
My clique is always connected; these niggas think it's a game
Exposing my talent; hopefully it'll lead me to fame
Catch a flight to Vegas, but before that I landed in Houston
Music is my kryptonite; they ask me what drug am I using
I manipulate the rhyme, make the best of all my time
Leave 'em with they jaws dropped & I ain't even in my prime
Rapping my hardest. I'm tryna get an opportunity
Getting my parents & my sisters out this community
My style sick! I never got the common folk immunity
The fruits of my labor will be something that you could see
They saying they could school me? Best believe I am the syllabus
We are not the same. I am something called meticulous
These niggas is suckers! You know I gotta life save 'em
Imma teach 'em a lesson & send 'em back to who made 'em

(Chorus)
I know when you looking in my eyes, you see something you ain't notice
You be really surprised!
Think they know me, but they don't
Tryna beat me, but they won't
And they know that I'm the king; they tryna get me overthrown
X2

(Verse 2)
But anyway though, in 2 weeks imma drop my EP
Already dropped 4 tracks; that was just the PrEP
Wassup with these artists nowadays on they In N Out?
Get lucky with 1 hot track, then they finished out
I ain't gotta worry. Everything I drop is legendary
People loving me, like it's the middle of February
The good die young, but I'm still alive
Put a X on me. I'm the example of Malcolm who will survive
Rest in peace to Malcolm X, Martin Jr., Harriet Tubman
All about the green, like I'm living in Dublin
Walk the halls of high school; Channel View in the cut
Many of 'em don't believe in me. I don't give a fuck!
Count the people that I trust in that school; one hand
When the world ends, only thing left is this man
Had to get dramatic on that ass; let 'em know I'm serious
All about my George, but I never been curious

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Tryna redefine what people of today think of a rapper
I'm reality, you're fraudulent. You're fishy like a snapper
Seem to me like intelligence really isn't so relevant
Are you niggas really dumb or do you act up for the hell of it?
November 22 is the massacre!
You think I'm nice now? Upgrading my caliber!
I gotta Win It All, on my Three-Fifths
I was in a Bitter Love, talking bout imma Live Forever
I'm the Don Dada, nigga I'm the top shotta
Nickname could be Holy Grail, cuz I'm hotter than lava!
Lunes to Domingo, I be on my bingo
And I am a 10; you are clearly a cinco
Beat rappers on a beat; they calling me punchline
And your flow dry, mine juicy; punch time
Won't see me when I'm coming; they calling me blindside
Give 'em the hour glass, cuz they running outta time

(Chorus)

(Outro)
WOW!