KayR - Terrific [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: KayR]
KayR, uh
Oh, we going old school on 'em
Alright, yo, yo
I'm just rolling with my homies all packed in my black civic
In fact, I'm on track with it. You wacks getting smacked with it. Woo!
Physical pacifist. Lyrical activist
To get the beat off and the beat is a masochist
Castle this. I am the king and I told ya
I know you didn't think that this kid could move boulders
But I'm rocking the mic, and I'm dropping it like
My name was Buster Douglas and I'm in a fight
With Mr. Tyson. I liken myself to a god
I might spin your facade and begin a new plot
To have you smashed and damaged, trashed and bandaged
And leave you unknown like a label you could manage
Can it. I roll with writers and jokers
Like I smoke tree with Ledger and Nicolas Cage posters
Improving and bobbing and weaving. Dodging your plots for defeat and
Showing everybody what the walk that I talk is meaning. Ugh

[Hook]
I'm terrific
Yes-yes I get it
You ball? Well, I hit it, hit it
When I spit it, y'all wanna quit it
I'm teriffic
Ter-ter-terrific
I'm-I'm terrific
Yes-yes I get it
You ball? Well, I hit it, hit it
When I spit it, y'all wanna quit it
I'm teriffic
Ter-ter-terrific

[Verse 2]
I'm killing beats by any means necessary
And I'm mean. Yes, I'm scary. Ketamine and stress and sherry
It's getting wasted and worn out
Is that opportunity up at my door now?
Thor now. But I used to be low-key
Nobody knew that this half-white hokey would ghost beats
Give me a track and I'll bomb that
Breaking up stages, uppercuts from Mortal Kombat (Toasty!)
Coming off of a spaceship
All these other rappers are awesomely basic
Face it. I got potential, won't waste it
And I don't see a challenge like I just got maced, kid
Went to a catholic school and I was not cool
I never broke no rules and never smoked no jewels
But now I got people saying, "Hey! Ain't that something?"
Cause while y'all was fronting, Kay was stunting

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm terrific and supreme, superlative and I'm preme
First class, first rate and first pick on the team
You can't match this matchless man on a beam
You outweighed. A quarter month, man. You weak
You a feast to a beast, I'm a man to a moron
I'm out of sight like I'm banned from a forum
I demand that you pour on the flattery, mang
Cause in a matter of time I might splatter these brains
With stylistic punchlines and phonetic fists
Burning through pencils with my poetic wrist
So go get a kiss and a hug from your loved ones
I shove one more beat into the oven
So I guess this spit is cooking music
I guess I'll quit with cooking stupids
Cause I like the word play right? Arthur Miller
Everything I spit is just killer

[Hook]