Fricky - Epiphany (Freestyle) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

And It's really not the good day to be wishing me the worst luck
Never know the value of the day until it get's dark
Fact of the matter is, lemme say the best part
The top is where the homie just be headed like I'm Ned Stark
If you a bad ass, fuck around'll have my nigga giving you the beats on these streets like Selecta
Don't keep it Static though, your clothes can't deflect this
If flows don't protect, stay close to the hecklers
Less you get to listen, guess the dude is introspective
Of how we really rose up from the lows and so they vexing
Neglect for the glow, and all we've chosen over dough is overdosed on these flows
So they slow to respect it, and foes won't expect us
To keep it quiet, cuz they deeply bias when they did deny it's all perspective
Bro, play your role stay awoke then detect that
They never do the most until you're close to your exit
The clocks ticking its more dissing involved in it
I'm pure venom, Paul Malling em ,The blogs picking it, more bickering
Involved when your thoughts is just caught lingering, a boss spilling war adrenaline
More skill in this, more real in this
All these other rappers more feminine, Trayvon in this bitch
Still I rep the hood, and I could die for the shit
In my other other life I'm shooting back and y'all Zimmerman
PAUSE, I be illy with the egah, if you wanna see me blow, then put a millie on a nigga
Boys be taking shots, hol' up trigger or Tequila?
I'm just silly with the similes, that's seemingly my nigga
Like a river, you would surely get to see
Call me for a show, you would surely hear a fee
I be, blessing the scene if you messing with me
All my niggas really got is Smith and Wesson's on the team
I just make it happen, let's not have a debate
Never showed me loving, I'm not proud of the hate
Give you props tomorrow but cock blocking today
It's not fallen in place, so Stop calling my name out
These foes are there to test the one the spirit put the curse upon
The feeling is forbidden, when I spit it know the rest will run
Critics spreading rumor all around I guess to wreck the Don
The Ghanaian rapping scene is what I run like I rep Tehran
So for this tight shit, I spit until my tongue's hurt
And never fight around, your closest dawgs could even Mike Vick you
And when the lights hit, what you find is fun searching
Know you're not an icon 'til this industry does right click you
Its Heavy chains got be flossing a bit
I swear I seen some people popping artistes talking it slick
The Self acclaimed hip hop head just be fucking this shit
To know a bunch of other rappers hope the culture will shift
And then they hating when you talk about it, hoping it would cause a ban
Sorta like Baratheon, you should know that you just forced the hand
Raising false alarms, then again I'm nonchalant
How you wanna have a Kick at Jay when you not Solange
And now you got me In a bit of rage
And I'm a beast, they hella scared to take the lid off the cage
And I ain't bitter I ain't been on the stage
Take a minute check it out, you would see what I did on the tape
With no deal, I'm dropping yet another EP with Braids
But then I'm never one to shift the blame, risk the fame, list a name
A brother from another mother, who knows I never thought the cracks to the window of your soul is how you miss the pain
This generation generating the best
The way am running out of breath, just lemme spell you the rest
I'm so S-I-C-K that even C Real still be dreading what I'm getting from Dread