Hyperaptive - Rap God (Instremental Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Ever since I fell out of mums-womb
I've been deranged like she done-shrooms
The whole 9 months sat up in one-room
Boxing them off, you can tell by one-tune
One modicum
Of my rhymes and you'll know I'm smouldering
Every beat I touch flowing colder-than
The omen-in
A river that's frozen-in
Murderous-rhymer
Virtuous-writer
Perfect-designer
First-of-a-kind-a
Monster trapped in a game surrounded by vermin-it's-Hyper
Miles from amateur
Been running years but still got stamina
Several albums made, no manager
No producer, no one in my calibre
I'm on a hunt for Excalibur
Wanna be king, I'll munch any challenger
Work each month on the calendar
That's why every one of my tracks are damagers
See I use reason-and-logic
But I don't just mean to key-the-melodics
When I write these rhymes I'm deep-and-methodic
These new emcees make me-wanna-vomit
Feeling to quit-rap
Cause right now it's future looks pitch-black
Half of the world is dunce, and these new rap fans need a bitch-slap
You don't know the meaning of the genre
Following trends like you're doing the conga
But no matter, each year I get stronger
I'll swallow this game whole like an anaconda
A lot of people think that talking really fast in a song means you've got skill
No, It just means you're talking really fast to have the substance your song lacks filled
So, To everybody that's been telling me I really need to get a new flow please chill
Coz on a level there just really ain't a track I ever made that I didn't fucking kill!
Fuck that new malarkey
Everybody singing with illuminati
Name me a mainstream track that ain't a love tune or some shit to use-in-parties?
Oh there is-none
It's all about making kids-run
To the store with her or his-mum
To buy the latest star of jizzdom
And fuck a Marshall Mathers LP sequel
That's a disgrace to a classic not equal
Put Stan or The Way I Am, to Survival or Rap God and you choose people
Infact my bad don't, cause you don't even know what you're meaning
When the original dropped the majority of you were probably fucking semen
Rap's-clogged
Up with all of these wack-jobs
Talking about their fat-wads
And their bitches while you twats-nod
But I'm a Hip-Hop hero on a bat-pod
Already got an insane backlog
Of these tracks-dog
Already crazy, one day I'll be a rap-god....