KR - Poetic Death II [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
*Laughing* shit
My name is KR, yeah
*Ah-hum*
You a fool my nigga [?] don't fuck with you, you my nigga man
It's the word nigga

[Verse 1: KR]
Check, the goon is back with the scribbled raps that will overlap you
Whack ass rapper that think they hard but you really faggot
From the blocks where these niggas shoot like it's cinematic
Take the sin and change it to auto now it's an automatic
Chance that I will kill that niggas [?] like the rapper
Prolly hit 'em with the boot boot front like the scratcher
The young kid but I'm a veteran rapper I spit the flow like a bow
The saliva prolly [?] right after
From the boondocks in the back of a batcave lies a black slave who ain't concerned with the whips and the nice chains
Nice brains from dimes, I don't need 'em that's loose change
I'll make a salary for me, spitting these hot flames
Cold nigga, prolly go shirtless in cold weather
Stack money, rhyme, elevate that's my vendetta
A bitch catch disease every fall like six letters
The rhyme chills so they try to jack it like ten sweaters, look
Take a dive in 'em, lyrical rap, the rap pack your cheese, never get trapped, I'm a threat so they backpack
The flow nasty, fuck the whole world, resemble cash stacks, investor of this shit time to school you niggas like back packs
Silver laps on the bars while I'm [?] parking the car, then I scare you to fuck your broad then I pop a pill to [?]
Then the holy presence of god, the messiah, the great allah
The bosses resemble me, lost in the knowledge you see
This that type of flow you need to map, lyrics they will never stop
Why you drinking on that [?] chiroc in front of my peaceful pack
Apocalypse is hot, tha block is hot
Lil Weezy spit the flow, I bet you freeze
Got the honeys because I be's
The hottest MC to ever achieve the thinks I believe
I got red eyes chasing the green, the green is the leaf
Here me speak of science or relief the lyrics the beat
Put me in the mood to start a killing spree
Fuck your empty stomach I'm starving I'm trynna eat
Got an entrée full of rappers it's time to begin the feast
Why the labels signing rappers who can't even stay on beat like that
In a sickening, killer-flows I'm delivering crap
And I'm shittening *oops* I meant to say shitting with nets
Niggas bickering but I remain a mystery like Scooby-Doo
I do me you should do you too
Niggas [?] foolish and stupid like Boo Boo the fool
Futons in your bedroom, I'm sleeping on you people
Playing leapfrog with your life but I don't sleep at all
Niggas becoming these new slaves, Jeezy album
Flossing all they shit like these niggas ain't got no teeth at all
I'm raw