KAS (felix) - Off With Their Heads [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Ey fuck a label I’m straight rippin it off
Its straight raw, they too wrapped in umbilical cords, (yo)
You rap fables and your writtens is soft
If I’m off top in this bitch and I spit then you cough
Its too dope to ingest, tat my heart on my sleeve
And my lines on my chest, never disinfect, its so real
Never told a lie when I spit, ‘cept for puffin on lye when I write my shit
I can’t focus, that’s juxtaposed to my flow if
I’m rollin with the boys freestylin while im roasted
I’m sneak killin from the shadows that I’m left in
Frustrated by a hater if he askin a question, like
‘Why you rap, you white, rich, and you smart’
Like there’s a fucking color code on production of art
Yo I’m more tired condescension of rap
Cuz front pages showin ass and a homie cookin crack
Fuck that, you can miss me with the bullshit
Come up to my face I’m in the mood for a full clip
I’ve had enough of the masks in this game
I know you for real and your raps ain't the same
Yo, you got bitches on your dick then where they at
You runnin your city homie then tell me why you wack
But wack rappers running shit that’s the irony
They trynna make singles, and its all cuz my piracy

I ain't never bought a fucking album in my life
Why should I give my money to these rich-ass motherfuckers

[Bridge]
Cuz Hip hop fans don’t buy albums we fakin
No wonder rappers comin with the shit they makin
Cuz pop fans gone give them their money, the money, the money
But fuck the money yo

[Verse 2]
I’m unconventional, decapitate a sentinel
Sick when I spit take a hit from my retinal
Let me into your thoughts, don’t let the federal
Getting to my pedestal, severin the several
Who in the way, feel the wave of my process
I’m painfully honest, you ain't cooked the rocks yet
I’m metaphorical, question the metaphysical
Hit me up with the physic, that’s a every week ritual
I’m on a hunt for my fucking authenticity
I said it wouldn’t get to me, I guess that was a mystery
Cuz don’t no one get the range of my verses
So if they trynna rate, it gon end with some hearses
That’s why it’s a contradiction this is complex
I’m off of the conquest, this is not my contest
Check the content never mind the context
And there ain't never progress from a congress
Politicians too focused with the votes
And too fucking scared to come to Gaza with the ropes
Y’all been said you don’t fucks with the terrorists
But then you ----------
Momma said watch your mouth about the powerful
I just flip the script I can go on for a hour fool
I never struggled, so I ain't blinded by the money chase
Wait a couple years I’ll be dead for some fucking cake
I never struggled, so y’all waste my depiction
But look around they even commercialized religion, homieeee
Yeah, you know, I just -ah, just let it speak to me…

The beat is my shrink