Proph3cY - Bow Down [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Bow Down

Verse 1:
How I got it
You could never jock it
Leader of a front I'm feedin every head I promised
P.O.P or Rap its R&B I'll let you call it
Either way I'm pumpin out a legendary product
And I'm goin in like deposits call me Tom when it's offense
7 points if understood know Amendola caught it
Ima audit every artist in the game I beg your pardon
Condom broke while fuckin the league I'm now the rawest
Pay your homage
And bow for the kid who people call the prophet fuck a profit been 7 years with my unexpanding pockets holdin
Down the Bay Area with a vigorous pressure would ya
Crank up these decibels once I'm up in these festivals
You'll be trippin on chemicals
I get down to your vesicles
Yes I'm very receptacle I know I gotta prove it
Lately I been hearing I sound too vanilla cool it
Cuz once I get these labels on a knee you'll say I knew it

Chorus:
Bow Down
Little Homie Bow Down
Bow Down
Little Homie Bow Down
(They Tried to tell ya the prophet wasn't the greatest)

Verse 2:
I am
For the last time so fed up with this past time
Had an ego but I trashed mine
For the last time wanna pass time in the present moment I might of missed ya
Told my fanbase to dance with ya
But give my left nut to meet my wife
Whose so damn real she'd be cool with just my right
But enough bein hopeful ready to evolve on the count of a local with a gameplan 2 pots and an apron
Cooked up a new EP so hot got a face tan
And I got that flair for the nation
Here in the bay with the silicon chips
While La's with the silicon tits I swear
Still gotta ball over there
Still gotta broaden the fan base
Still gotta show one heart in the chest of a pancake or for the double d body image
It all comes down to the lobby scrimmage
It all comes down to the politics but I
Saw Generation Y
Said no thanks I'm a different time
Give you peace of mind

Chorus:
Bow Down
Little Homie Bow Down
Bow Down
Little Homie Bow Down
Bow Down Little Homie

Verse 3:
I may rap bars like a Hershey's worker
But still make time to black out
Not from shots man I vibe And tap out
Criss crossed here on the floor you ask how
I
Get into a different kinda rhythm with the depths of man in tune with the breath man I feel
So much deeper now
I got clear ass mind till the beeper sounds
10 texts in a row and I'm sick phones
The real world ain't this instant
Space my stress out equidistant and keep it in the middle when it grows too tall
Reconsider when it's worth it cuz I know who called
On me testin out my character to show who strong
I remember when I used to trip when hoes blue balled
But not for long
Not when I wrote the wrongs
Not when I kept this flow from the main stream but I kept it real I say things and put em unchartered waters for obamas daughters
Go tell dad to jump in
Wow sweety this is nice
Play it down like he's unsurprised
Then hit his desk up quick to write
His speech
Damn that boy could preach

Chorus:
Bow Down
Little Homie Bow Down
Bow Down
Little Homie Bow Down
(They Tried to tell ya the prophet wasn't the greatest)