Reign of Terror - The Misadventures of Killah Crook & Luke Yacko [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Ryan Kelly]
It's Killah Crook
Get on my dick, faster than the Audubon, puffing polygons
Mothafuckas tryna skate on me I'm just tryna get my Ollie on
Sorry son
I'm prolly on this shit for the grind
Rappers tryna mimick like Mr. Mime
So I say, Ditto, never quit though
The icing on the cake my bank account never froze
I went public, invested all the stuff it's, a private with a goddamn D-Day vet flow
Although I ain't talking animalia
You're talking to your hoe wonder why she never calling ya no more
But she like me, her throat sore but for different reasons although both are
Pertaining to bitches groping me more I guess I learned the ropes or
I said fuck it and I constructed a ladder walked under it
This shit for blacks, Mothafucka I am dark matter
Black magic, when I'm rapping
But rapping lames fucking basking in my light
Capitalize on this shit cause I'm only talking bout I
I'm hashing out lies ya telling lies
While I'm lying down with ya girl
Never doubt I will humanize
Your flow yeah I'll bring it back down to earth
Holier than thou attitude mothafuckas bringing me myrrh
Singing me first "We don't play around"
My dogs got my back like we in Homeward Bound
And the ladies meow cause bitch I'm in the god damn game now
Pound for pound, I'm the dog that you tryna take home
Mothafuckas bragging cause they faggot songs on an iPhone
Bitch I'm doing it big, I stick
A middle finger up to the haters tell 'em I'm home
Maybe though one day be playing on the radio
But fuck it if I don't still got girls asking me to sadi though
Tryna dance slow while my pants low
Yo, approximately yea-high
Down to my ankles while my goddamn high head be in the sky, I
Roll my own shit, write my own shit
Spit acidic, while lames is climbing over walls like they training in basic
Ya gotta face it
The game be infants who can't tie they own laces
While I'm rocking shoes they can't afford, can't pull off
They wasting they time 300 shit they can't hold off
My god flow, yeah I came and I saw
Then I conquered these soft ass fucks arms up like I'm Adolf
But bitch my dick soft in the same spot
I been for years but now peers know to lose track of my name not
The tape drops and the world take notice
Showing those who hate that this green I be blowing
Be the loud, like you play my songs on the low
While you high tryna give me high fives now

[Verse 2: Bruce Li]
Before I spit you can feel how humid it's getting
They say my head is in the clouds they must be cumulonimbus
The storm is brewing up in this bitch bout to chew up and spit this
All helter skelter storm shelter doors blew off the hinges
They fucking knew I'm the sickest I give em rheumatic symptoms
Sit in the doctors office coughing soon you're losing your senses
Like goddamn, this chemical warfare
Sun Tzu in my mind from China wasn't even born there
Still working for mine, already tryna take your share
Jet black coarse hair, like the Barbary corsairs
The pen's the sword when I write is what I'm tryna say
Shit I mean I torrent my idols off of Pirate Bay
And you may, think I'm just wishing for their position
But one day I can picture them finished up on my hit list
Rap game bounty hunter when you hear the sound of thunder
Face it even if you hate it rated's what they found me under
But overachieving guess I'm being paradoxical
Cause people always telling me my shit is either hot or cold
I wanna be rocking flows across the globe not at home
I gotta go, if you don't fucking love it then you must be kinda slow
After the Reign, ill be waiting for the pot of gold
Clincially insane, Heath showed me that it's not a joke
Not kidding when I spit this my shit is Arkham asylum
Writing from day to night if it's getting dark I'll enlighten
Lot of these bitches love to bark but dont bite and
I'm Saint Bernard with these iambs
Big dog ya regardless where I am
Readily let em see the pedigree go hard to remind em
That if they fucking with this shit then go press start then rewind it
The beats hard probably suffering from the rigamortus
And the studio ain't big enough to stuff in all the corpses
Force em to the fucking morgue before I truck em with a fork lift
No remorse it's why I give a warning for I start recording
ROT spell it out because we'll rot in hell
Fine with me can't wait for the stories Biggie and Pac would tell
You may think the way I'm dropping names is fucking blasphemous
But I'm hotter than the flames Olympic Games the torch they passing it
And if not then I'm grabbing it, fuck passive aggressive
Yeah I'm past the point of passing up my passion for a pension, I should mention that I'm
Never gonna be the one to make you wanna laugh
But they stand up hands up every time I rap
Tell em run it back on the motherfucking track
Hear me gasp cuz I can't breathe when I rap fast
As a matter of fact, I can rap fast or rap slow
An asshole Luke Yacko, don't plan on coming back home
If I get cash like I passed go talking bout monopoly
Read my own fortune and it looks like I'll be profiting
Just playing in this game to renovate abandoned property
Let that sink in take a drink and let me end this properly
Yeah let me end this properly