Mayze - Warming Up (Intro) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Who am i? The rudest guy
If you give this dude a mic, you'll be out your mind
I'm about to shine
Every time I spit it, my wicked lyrics are sooo explicit
So an advisory sticker sitting on the mixtape while your listening
I can envision pictures of victims so vivid, I can paint now
I'm spaced out, with my face down
Outside of a place that ain't even in the main town
Grab the eights and this game I murder
You probably just hurt her
I sure make my words burn, and tear flows to pieces
I'm spiting diseases, I go forth, to soul search, to prove that im decent
Get so bored, in low hope, I leave it
Fate comes for top spot and I seethe it, wake up, my clock it just resets
So patience, I practice, basic, I passed it
Never will be faded, im staying, cuz lyrcis I have it
At such a young age, my tounge laced, with poisionous flow
Hotter than sun rays,and if you dont know it then go
I kill beats cuz I battle demons when I want to exercise
Who's next in line, I am the best with rhymes
Cold enough to make winter cry, hot enough to make blister's fry
Grab the mic, to brighten, so I strike like lightning
If I dont have a knife then ill bite like Tyson
No love or hate, I show no emotions
I kill all these flows, naw better yet explode them
Poet with my words, and you already know it
Y'all spitting garbage, im spitting roses
Rhymes on steriods, lemme up the dosage
I'm shooting for stars, my bars are comets, they carve up the element
Its evident, you need medicine for my sentences
I can rap for ages, I get sore? No
I tell you to forgo the lyrical 4 shield force-field, you go forth
I strangle you with chains, insane its Mayze
With razor blades, infecting aids, inflicting pain
Came to drain, the water from your brains
My passion for rapping, is magic mixed with countless hours of practice
I'm set for great accomplishments, not looking for no partnership
Mainstream im the opposite, underground artist bitch
Lyricism I fathered it, shined it and polished it
Cause a rapture in a matter of weeks, a classical freak
That's slashing these beats, and trashing mc's
Rap had a limit, im passing its peak, every word I spit, is capturing heat
Like a track with elites, but your songs are lacking to please, im just an assassin you see
I'm not what the game stands for, call me its acronym
Rap ain't problem solvin, but I plan to answer it