Grand Kaiser - Fantom [Remix] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: 1200]
I feel like I got ADD
Cause when I'm in classes all I see are big ass asses
Double D's and I'm on KTT
Seven tabs open, and three of em ain't my laptop
I will sell pills to the fucking school mascot
My community is destroyed
Why uplift these boys, we usually get the void
Nobody can create, all they want are rebates
Niggas ain't never satisfied until they rot and cremate
Burn baby burn, the ash of the middle class
Think you got some nice ass kicks until somebody kick yo ass
And from there it escalates, instead of tryna separate
Section 8 niggas come within inches the Devil's face
Dante's Inferno level 8, that's just a rebel's fate
Eat ass face when they find out how the metal tastes
Finally the moment comes, welcome home to Heaven's gates
Streets made of gold and every phantom has to levitate

[Hook: JOHN MiKE] (x4)
Cos I got it by the motherfucking boatload
And your fucking bitch is a fucking bozo
Yeah you know though

[Verse 2: JOHN MiKE]
Sick with the mathematics
Come in and blasting lyrical visual graphics
Got the tools like I'm a mechanic
Bitch you kinda looking like plastic
Looking like plastic, you looking real fake
Man don't make a mistake cos your ass gon get sprayed
And this ain't no computer you can't escape
Dude got a pussy he finna menstruate
Finna menstruate, just look at how he acting
They say that your friends down but then they start acting like faggots
When you get a little buzz, I'm smoking marijuana
While I'm eating grey poupon and your bitch acting like a lobster
A crawfish, yeah that's your bitch, she's on my dick
And UPFM taking over dog and that's just how it is
That's how it is, it's not gonna change
I'm all in the lead and I'm winning the race
And how does it feel, dog how does it taste
To know that your ass all in last place
And when you drop your mixtape, ain't no-one gon download
So you might as well just pack your shit get ready for the high road
You think you dropping bangers, you think you dropping hits
But your vocals ain't even mastered, dog go and get them shits mixed

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Grand Kaiser]
Bringing hell onto bottom feeders
Hit your ass with heatseekers
Heathens become believers sacrificing to try and reach us
I am the para-reaper, come meet the gatekeeper
The blind cannot be cured if you sleeping you'll never see us
Formulating plans while your ass is still sleeping
Wake up in the morning I'mma run up and creep ya
Bitch I'm cold like a fever, leave your ass barely breathing
Heard your shit always leaking, and your bitch always freaking
I'm in league with some vengeful demons, we running the fucking building
Leave your body intact, your head up in the ceilings
I'm different, they don't see the knowledge I personify
The torture I bring to sinners probably make them more than die
Presidential savior, my influence is radiant
City of the living dead, I'm bout to crush your cranium
Fear is the mind killer I avoid it by any means
Boston my city bitch, UPFM my fucking team

[Hook]