KVr - Mic Check [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: kVr]

Never thought I can be so deep in that
Makin' collabs and album, what a feeling
I could not rappin', closin' in myself and gettin' crazed
I would have been killing my mind
But now I'm fine
And I'ma do it automatic like breathing
Behind all this I am normal mind
But with the melody and text I am one of a kind
And I don't wanna rap about the bullshit, I wanna find
The themes which are important for not only me
Or tracks not 'about the commercial sickness
But just horrorcore or somethin' when I'm increasin' the speed
Cause when I will get the fully automatic weapon
You're not better chasin' me, cause I will win
And then I can go faster and quicker, when see their weaker features
When I'm on the track with Leach, it's only beginning...
Choppin' and rappin' and bangin' it over the minimum, pickin' the people
And hit 'em with venom when get 'em and kill 'em and then I'ma choppin' 'em up into pieces
Oh Jesus, I cannot stop doin' this
I'm checkin' the mic and then movin' the sound like I have telekinesis
And if you don't understand it, not my fault
I'ma writin' it, then recordin' and lookin' at result
I am not beyond law, so I can more do it raw
I will be the last person that you'll saw
And you'll hear, I look at their tears
So I gotta get near to get it real
I will travel to the furthest lands of lyricism
Through the sea of imagination...yeah, I will seal
When motivated by the rap I put 'em all up in a lyrical coma
And by the flow I'ma takin' another hit
You can make music, you can be yourself
That is why I love that shit...

[Chorus: kVr]

/We have so much to say, so we rappin' all the way
We ain't gotta pay to not wait another day
Cause tomorrow is now, so I wreck
All the enemies, then I do the mic check/x2

[Verse 2: Leach]

Music makin', no use in fakin', show 'em all the reala when the motherfuckers spit
Mental breakin', pencil shaken, when you try and write somethin' with my shit
So mistaken, yeah, I'm bakin', all up in the brain with the motherfuckin' hits
That I've taken, remain forsaken, ever be waitin', y'all heard what I said
Causin epiphanies with all my symphonies, fuckin' at tiffanies without no rubber
Yeah, she's a brittany, climb down the chimney, then me and Skinny-D proceed to rob her
Cause I be sinnin' and winnin' and spinnin' all up in the fuckin' damn wind
Skimmin' through rhythms inside in my dome made of stone and I know that I never will dim
Comin' in bright like some light, blowin' it up like dynamite
Causin' fright on this night because I be filled with this spite
Damn right, I'll fight, anyone thinkin' they ripe
Better run, I'm high as a kite with a knife and I'll leave your ass done...

[Bridge: Leach's freestyle]

[Chorus]