Kenji Fineberg - Emmett Till (Murder) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Infrared view
You know my shots ain't random
Like that Ironman 2
I'm here to slice through your Phantom
I'm the voice of the people
The new unheard
Bringing back that balance
With my triple beam words

Brokeback on a hill
Runaway ringtone
MJ with no trill
A king with no throne
Kill Bill
You're not the new Emmett Till
Just Versace in a suit
With a diamond grill

Chi-town fashionista
With a womanizer flow
Dark Caligula
Sippin' Merot
Nah she a Phoenix
Born from cigarette ashes
Learn from your burn son
Third degree rashes

Got Malik wearing skinnies
Straight leg spasms
He's putting up resistance
So you know he gotta sag them
Your verses and purses
Got my girl uneasy
So I had to Barack you
With a pair of Air Yeezys

Infrared view
You know my shots ain't random
Like that Ironman 2
I'm here to slice through your Phantom
I'm the voice of the people
The new unheard
Bringing back that balance
With my triple beam words

Complex Napoleon
Pride's a tall sin
Siamese kat
Greed's your evil twin
Apologized to Bush
Just to get a win
Paid Amber for the bush
Just to get it in

Enormous Horus
With no love for Isis
I should poke you in the eye
With my lyrical devices
Ra
Egyptian book of the dead
Put you in a tomb
In your suit that's all red

Rosewood coffin
Bury all of your talking
You don't need to watch the throne
You need to stop sucking
Your own bone

Cocky mothafucka