Jack the Ripper - The King [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

Long live the king ... (8X)

[Hook]
Tears drop as rain bangs against the windowpane
Jamming the R.E.D. album, long lives The Game
Through my veins I can relate between sane and
Insanity, will I die this life in vain?
They had us chained in circles but from where does freedom ring?
You pray to God you were the master of your own dreams
X marks the spot, things ain't really what they seem
I feel Martin's pain, long live the king

[Verse 1: Jack Tha Ripper]
Long live the king
No queen, no Gina
No Coretta Scott, I'm stuck with two middle fingers
These women play you for a fool and leave you double fucked
Shit out of luck, wishing you fuck the girls that never gave a fuck
That you had a girl to you she meant the whole world, she just a hoe!
I told you, she wasn't yo' type of girl
Come to think! You didn't even have a chance to buy a ring
You were her sex slave, much less than a human being
Don't trip my nigga we on to bigger and better things
Political pictures, government cheese
See what this cheddar brings
Make enough to spare change to some of the dope feigns
Open up doors to success we might have to sell a few keys
I'm begging to give my best so you ain't gotta say please
The Coldest Winter Ever, even hell gone freeze
Word to heaven, I'm set this whole rap kingdom on fire
My tongue is a sword, Yung Knight I'm a Sire!
Long live the king!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jack Tha Ripper]
From the projects to the castle
I capitalize on one throne no hassle
We warriors!
Fighting to the death but blood ain't enough
No rations, at war I'm starving for your guts
To explicit for victims who ain't got no vision
Division got you divided against each other, we need mathematicians!
That know they ones, twos, threes no money on 'em
Thats gone rob, have a price on yo' head put a number on 'em
Jack Tha Ripper the realest nigga alive, I do it for my team
When T. I. was in jail, I screamed "Who's the king?"
Cause Lebron James ain't got it in him, he don't wanna win
Always passing it, unlike the '72 Miami Dolphins
Ask the Hip Hop Preacher how bad I want it
I got a whole collection of wins I don't buy it
I own it, Patron it
I'm full of last shots until my gas tank on empty
Hanging from the top long live the king, lynch me!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jack Tha Ripper]
Too many dead people praying from up above
For a true hero under God, Z-Ro's defining of a thug
1-8-7 we real nothing less
Here to take over the throne, competition at it's best
Came in with my balls, leaving with respect
Alpha to Omega, gold and purple like the Lakers
My eye is on seven
Odds are with me
I'm betting on black, red
Jewels all around me
I'm in a checkered suit
Long live I, king me!

[Hook]

[Outro]

Long live the king ... (8X)