Mic Audio - Keeng Kobrah (ft. Kid Boombox of Stereo Boyz) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Mic Audio]
Flow like a super soaker full of bleach
Stoned like I told Medusa don't blink
Undefeated, reason to keep souls on a string
Like Adidas, with freedom to spin the globe like Kareem fingers
Heat seekers are pleased when I combust
On the run like sonic for rings to wife love
We stuff green fungus, inside blunts
Ya Donald Duck dynasty, won't climb Trump
My high wire lines'll squeeze flies stuck
These words are worth the wait, dated 9 months
Backwoods lumberjack, no plaid just a pine funk
Life lead a stray, aiming blind guns
Wordplay dumbed down without a thinking cap
But like Kung Lao, I valved to bringing 'em back
A good Shepard, better known as the people's lamb
Goats hope I never evil baaaaa

[Chorus:]
Gods 8x

Keeng Kobrah nigga
Keeng Kobrah nigga
All hail the kings 3x

Keeng Kobrah nigga
Keeng Kobrah nigga
All hail

[Verse 2: Mic Audio]
Thru Blues Brothers ray bans, I cruise with my plates bad
On a quest from god said Jake's hand
Not a friend of Finn, but a big faced man
Who did flips, we call faith dance
To break bread is to fix hunger
So many lines, I'm an 8 leg instructor
Bars shine with a Schwinn structure
My archives will exist, under thick crust dirt
On earth no, but somewhere distant
A place for moors to come enjoy wisdom
Flow dope and it shows when I piss 'em off
Line for line, you couldn't hold my business call
From outta bird brain, rained chicken broth
Before wordplay I say bismillah
Our fans wave more then when Hitler talked
No comparison, we'll continue tomorrow

[Chorus:]
Gods 8x

Keeng Kobrah nigga
Keeng Kobrah nigga
All hail the kings 3x

Keeng Kobrah nigga
Keeng Kobrah nigga
All hail

[Verse 3: Kid Boombox]
I be seating these days
Using step ladders, just to make thru these mazes
Been lost patients
So let me just spazz-out
Black out, like Mike Tyson, Holyfield last bout
Bullet to his head, Sylvester Stallone cash route
Hoping next weed blunt, I could finally pass out
OK you can laugh now
Never cry later, A fly flavor with no gators
A pack of now & later, Serving niggas back & forth like twin waiters
Life on a revolving barrel
Wheel of Fortune pick your life route
Mind vacant for the lack of communication
Fuck intimate relations, when theirs no intention to build
My first thought was to stay real
But real wounds was being treated with fake trills
Only now I see how they feel