Jameson Wells - Nigga Flow [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro: I'm making hits and starting to feel hotter than Lebron James right now

[Verse 1:Jameson Wells]
And heat rises so I'm setting my glass ceiling on fire
Some despise this nigga flow but fuck it I'm feeling inspired
All this other music is tired
So I'll take it from here I'm hired
Was already feeling gased but I'm fired up, thank the pilot
That click clak had me going blow bang
Need a tic tac cause I spit so nasty
I mean so damn nasty
Morning piss rap cause I flow so fastly
Wake up and piss excellence, Rick Bobby
I act a fool so let's see who'll cast me
Haters go ahead watch me make franklins and bash me
Check my raps, cause I plan to cash these
I'm raps Usain nobody will ever pass me
I'm saying others stuck on Kobe system, no passing
Cause I crucify the beat as I rap with passion

[Verse 2:Jameson Wells]
I'm killin it so much my opponents don't just throw in the towel
They throw in fucking sham-wow
This nigga flow is for everybody who doubts me
Care to hear some more about me
I'm here to piss on your parade
Loud as hell, meaning it ain't no fucking charade
I'm badder than Kanye at the fucking VMA's
Rap cold as like 30 degrees and still barely even care
But rhymes still heating up, I'm 90 degrees four times like a square
Doing it big with no excuse
I keep it obtuse
Songs are my sustenence see
Beats and lyrics are supplementary
Rapping 360's around the rest
Did another 720 just to impress
I guess I just wanna impress upon you I'm best
But I change my mind 180, I try to impress, because I worry that I suck
You hear the legitimate mindfuck
If you're not trying to hear it then it must be illegitimately
Todd Aiken says then you can easily shut that whole thing down and get rid of me
And in this case specifically I JDub agree
In this case I'm speaking assjack backwardsly
You see

[Verse 3:Jameson Wells]
You negros better back up
Niggras can pack up
I'm talking to the wack niggars
Who wasn't ready for this nigga to spit bars
An angry alpaca, thats how much I spit hard
Rap like I'm Santa's elf
Doing it all by myself
Like I'm wearing all black with a utility belt
With rhymes having ability to kill
I'm seeking thrills
Seeking bills
Wow
Songs are heat seeking forreal
Rap nastier than over fifty landfills
I guess I'm just reeking, of skill
I'm running this like a freaking treadmill
Running rap while most others stay stand still
This mans real
But man forreal
I'm really just some nigga saying what I feel