Jheremy Grey - Onion Head (Freestyle) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yo..
My soul lifting comes hand in hand with broken ties
My own sicknesses mistreated won't make me die
Lost potential's like blowing land not gold-mined
Drawn stilettos to my reflection but he won't fight
I'm my own opponent
I won't even lie down on the bed the ceiling mirrors be getting annoying
You fucking onion domes, y'all just make me cry
Fucking idle lasses looking for a full ride
Verbs downplayed, expression overblown
They carry big heads, the brain just never grown
Shaolin monk's at the throne, call me Kung Lao
Thinking cap is sharp now, but it's never thrown
Snap out your dimension, I only mention distress that fits the discussion
Make a mess on the mead, spit it over percussion
Then feel nice like a mead drank before the fucking
Put away with my weapon, yeah the pen tucking
Ducked lower than a hunter dodging gun bucking
Suckers they get played, so they resort to sucking
I guess ya man Bengay, so you used to the rubbing
I'm 9/11 luggage, (Blaow!)
Y'all simulation running
Y'all never get the full package even gassing me
My flow is flooding like Hurricane Sandy
In quicksand I still rise to surface like cream
I like cream but I rule without currency
My current currents occur worldwide, tsunamis
Homicide disasters, we abide in history
It never stop, fate made a lock and never made the key
Sympathy in symphony, I'm tempted by the timpani's
You kids be kidding me, killing me softly, cause y'all lack the gravelly
Steeze, It's style with ease
You better sing cause MCing, them ain't seeing me
Please !