Reign of Terror - Playin Round [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Reign of Terror in your area

[Hook: Bruce Li]
Always in the game we never play
No we don’t play, we don’t play around
Fuck it I'm playing round
Shit’s real but I’m only playing round
(x2)

[Verse 1: Ryan Kelly]
Cause I - told my mom I had to get the fuck out
And I - tucked the stuff under my dick and rebound
-Ed, to the days watching Ed n Eddy
Curry kicking back, turning chickens n' the veggies
Now I'm back home lighting bowls in a rove
Spit like Hov, J-E I'm the damn pope
Laying back blowing green holy huacemole
White smoke, blowing O, I'm a G, By the OZ
Sneaking windows, from the age of thirteen
Just to spin it back on the damn 360
I passed up on the life, getting fucked up every night
Chilling fucking high cause I'm shy
RK, some say, some call me Killah
Kicking lines from my room in the fucking cellar
To pay for a big home and the Benz with the chrome
No loans, silver gold like I'm chilling in the North Pole
In the Yukon till I get a
Bitch blowing me cause she think I'm Mac Miller
Millions, of fans to fund my billions
Who listen to me even if they don't dig the medium
Killing thugs, while I'm shitting on a beat
A belly full of tums, tunes bumping in the back seat
Can't see me, at least you'll see me
Chilling many days killing time in a G3
Killing it like Wayne in the days of the "Threepeat"
The new wave out with the old laying D-3, R2
First place talkin first person like Doom
Writing verses since my days swerving as a youth
Seeing through, weak rhymes
I'm in the booth cussing lines and busting nines
I bust it back round like the wheels on the bus
Shining bright the stray diamond in the damn rough

[Hook]

[Bridge: Bruce Li]
I don’t really care bout what you say
Or what you don’t say
Fuck it you can say it loud
Even if you say it loud
Don’t matter you don’t make a sound
(x2)

[Verse 2: Bruce Li]
I go harder than the rest of 'em
You're hardly interesting
I got bars that's why my reception excellent
Raise bars, I'm flexing
You're lethargic resting
Just started already one of the best of 'em
Pull up at parties ain't even on the guest list
But since I'm charming darling show me where the entrance is
Getting festive, garlands round my neck
Bacardi? No, Atari cartridge instead
The Charles to Gnarls Barkley balling like crazy
Rocking like Bambaataa in the eighties
We spitting on the daily
Ain't shit that you gonna do that's going to amaze me
Can you blame me when I'm amazing
But you thinking you're the best as far as you know
Well listen to my shit and tell me something more factual
I'll have you know I'm rapping so immaculate
I'll lap you on the track you know I'm fast you slow your shit is fucking laughable
Slice and dice the track explode irrational as McEnroe
I'll rap until my gaskets blow and the fucking casket close
Reign of terror in your area bringing the fucking ruckus
Dropping the hammer nobody can touch us
And I carved my new verse with a switchblade
Heads turn every which way, looking out for the mixtape
Yeah I said I carved my new verse with a switchblade
Heads turn every which way, looking out for the mixtape
Reign of Terror