Jesse - Killer Repetition [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus 1: Jesse]
I've been building off of my progress
Failed to run, you ain't start yet
Straight out the gate and I'm comin' for ya neck
Yeah you 'bout to be an ugly mob mess
We don't want that, but you still gonna get it
Take anything out that I see as competition
Ain't fuckin' with me boy, work a killer repetition
--x2

[Verse 1: Jesse]

Drop
- Yeah -
Then we bring it right back;
Got a pen full of goodies slick 'em right into the mac
See these mother fucka's running, ain't none looking back
My mentality's changed, mental running on the verge of insane
Slay a verse in my head, an when I'm killin' pull it out on the stage
Make ya hope that when I'm writing i don't think of your name
There's a monster in my head, with a beast inside me
Wanna play around, well lets get to rhyming
Stuffin' dreams in a bag, bodies behind it
Out back, pourin' gas, run a match then light it
I leave em truly frightened, I don't blame em though
If i saw me, the way you saw me
Not to even make em trip, but id be clear as ghost

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Storm in the house, trail of blood on the floor
Hearin' 'em scream - must be wantin' more
Wooden floor with a cherry stain
That's bloody red with an 80 grain
It's a murder scene, and you facing this
Fully automatic strapped down
Running' em out with that banana clip


[Chorus 2: Jesse]
I've been building off of my progress
Failed to run, you ain't start yet
Straight out the gate and I'm comin' for ya neck
Yeah you 'bout to be an ugly mob mess
We don't want that, but you still gonna get it
Take anything out that I see as competition
Ain't fuckin' with me boy, work a killer repetition
--x2

[Verse 2: Jesse]
Whoa!
Jesse; That's a little too violent
What?
Bad choice of words? These ideas seemin' too complex?
I'm bout tired of critics, I got problems I ain't trying to fix
I'm on the list, and it seems that it never stops growin'
I'm hearin' 'em all scream, and ain't none of em know it
This world's a prison, it's in the way that you live
Either you rotting behind bars, or workin' for them
I wish I had the answer, but this life ain't fair
At least direction, but ain't none of it clear
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In other words, too many false promises
Laid into terms you barely comprehend
Some distractions put into place
And the blindfolded never win
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Now, just look at the clock
Listen, We could all make it out
I've got the whole city with me
And if your down, well, here's the route…..


[Outro]