KXNG Musaa - Topless (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My motto
Live by the words that you swallow
Cause any given day you can devour a hollow...tip
I stick rappers up with these bars and make 'em strip
This Is It, this is R.I.P. to Michael Jackson
Y'all do that funny business more than Lewis Black, son
I treat my pen as a weapon, I call it my other gun
I'll murder the scene, then chalk 'em out when I'm done
Man, fuck drugs
I don't wanna have a need for Speed, and then get the runs
These new tech toys make it easy to be lazy
These young'ns get naked with each other like crazy
I've seen things in these black nights & gray days, G
Spent 2 months straight with a hash-browned black shirt
Lookin' like Ashy Larry while crawlin' through the night like Kurt
Wagner
No marriage attached, must've been a bastard
I'm sick of you bas-turds
Y'all the ideal of diarrhea in Rap, but backwards
It spews out of your mouths instead of your asses
How it sounds when playing Gucci Mane in reverse playback
Women call Men dogs, I'm tryna hearse one of these cats
Dick-riders play a role like fleas layin' on a nigga back
The only funky homosapien that knows y'all wack
Wih-Wih-Wack
We tryna take it back to street cyphers and the DJ scratch
Murder beats by the hour, I get 'em sent by the batch
You fuckin' up the game homeboy, you better get a patch
It's a game with your girl's kooch', that's why its called a snatch
Cause any and everybody is granted easy access
They can grab that ass through a swift game of Chess
Once you delegate the bills, who gon' fuck that bitch the best?
A million megapixels
Too much HD in your cameras and televisions
Might as well look outside and see what you're into
Me with a shaved head, will look like a pinto
Bean, so mean, no clean, just a being
Flashing Lights without cameras means them sirens scream
This game couldn't do without me
That's Dante without Beatrice, and the X-Men with no Jean
The rhyme scheme is hereditary, it's bound in my DNA gene
Y'all rhymin' with "monkey bars", spittin' that fiction like Metropolis
I can spit bars to the point it can break people's odometers
Break the hope of your trap schtick with a little bit of honestness
You know you ain't sell dope, your ghostwriter stayed anonymous
Won't reveal the identity of who saved that ass from the Lion's den
The same place you got outed is the same place you was hiding in
The Closet
And its been cleaned out, just like Eminem promised
I understand my problems, and I've agreed to stay focused
Just listen to how niggas sound nowadays, shit is bogus
Come in the booth with me, you bound to stand no chance
Get your menstrual dress on with Keri Hilson and "Slow Dance"
That's what happens when you fuck wit an Apex Predator
Willing and capable of eating niggas in a day and forever
This brotha got bars, this brotha got bars
Just for me, I'm a need a lighter spark
You need a 10-foot jumper cables in able for you to start
You gotta show who you are with a Venn Diagram chart
How repetitive the flow is whenever they hear your part
And how you say you change it up everytime, make it seem like you smart
All I need is a beat, pen and a notepad
That's it, that's all, and it's so sad
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