Kidd Kwest - The World Is Mine Pt. 1 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
You fucking cockroaches focus on bogusness
He bought opium, there's hope in him
But he pops doses of hopelessness
While I omit the dopest flow
Crash waves like the ocean floor
Fast break on that pro shit bro
Spit raps the grossest though
You sit back thinking "Oh shit, yo!"
This world is mine man
Like I'm mining for coals that I'll shine into diamonds
I could use a sign, not talking a dollar one
If you feeling this then holler some
I'm banging like a hollow drum
Leaving crowds astounded
Y'all stay grounded
While I'm high in the sky
Spittin' cyanide
Can't bite this righteousness
I be on that right tip
I just want people to hear me
And I'm already a year deep
So stoppin' is not an option
I was once at the crossroads
Of lost souls
Chillin' like a villian
With my fiddle
When in the middle
Of the road arose a demon
He proposed a riddle he was scheming
Could've sworn I was dreaming
He offered me the world is exchange for my soul
I told him he was deranged and wouldn't sign his scroll
He gave a laugh that was satanic
Then vanished
I wouldn't have sold my soul
To own the globe
I've got a greater master plan
To reach the top faster than
Anyone before me
Tellin' plenty stories
To sit on top twenty stories
Even in crunch time I score 3
I'm starving send me more beats
So I can pig out like Porky
You sucka emcees bore me
Sounding pop & corny
I'll microwave you
Man it feels great to
Get what I deserve
Now get up off my nerves
This is for those who didn't doubt me
Proposes toasts in South Beach
Expanding my outreach
Spit so hard I need a mouthpiece
Wipe the sweat of my dome, spit on the streets
Slap the Chuck T's on my feet
Makes my cypher complete
Fake writers can't compete
Stay higher just to see
The heights that I can reach
Leave you blind when I MC
For I shine plenty
Spit a divine bottle of wine
But you, you're empty
You play your CD
And man that shit's weak
Check the technique
I'll resurrect dead streets
Protect your neck G
Like Inspektah Deck said to me
You ain't my homie
Folks see you phony
You don't hold heat
Or flex your tech like Sony
Act OG but only on camera
A beat was killed and the suspect is Tony Montana