Killa B - Alley-Kat freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: KillaB]
One, two, three, four, five, seven
Skipped the number six to avoid the risk of every risk
Of a rapper with a catalog disc
That resemble Tech N9ne and the Odd Future clique
I'm trynna be the nigga that's a role mode and an idol
Yeah I rap about some dark things, man I'm trynna be a rival
To this mis connect between a story teller and the illuminadi sect
A wreck that the worlds so suspect of the subject
To your disbelief
Rapping for the dollars but I ain't a common theif
I danced with the devil and he pushed me to my knees
Couldn't bend them up and down so my soul is to keep
I reap what I sow, but blame the world for my struggle
One hand with my pain and her heart watch me juggle
Has I juggle back and forth while my demons in the crowd
Crowd surfing on they ghosts has my soul took a bow
Clap, Clap for the typical nigga that sold out
Cause ain't everyone has real at your twitter Crazy Clout
Confused and amused don't be so confused
I'm just so amused at your damage and misuse
One, two, three, four, five, six
Oops I mean seven but that digit makes bricks
So six hundred something must be worth the quick fix
It could buy a record deal and a fresh pair of kicks
So I'm air jordaning over the gate ways of hell
Couldn't find the address so my music ain't for sale
I'm the typical kid trynna make it big
Running for the art of speech trynna get the next gig Killa B the next gig