Rez Proph - King Slayer [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Sample from Bernie Mac:

Tired of this shit (Laughter) I ain't scared of you motherf*ckers

Rez:

Ok! Alright! Ok! Alright! Heavy is the head!
Thulz!
Uh! Jaime Lannister things player/
Plainly candid, the king slayer/
Brain be branded the bling layer/
I drop jewels, do my thing player/
They hear your shit and they cringe player/
Blame these standards I bring player/
Blame each fan that I win hater/
Gave me stamina since player/
Name me damager sting like a bee
How I mainly manage my swing player/
Shame these amateurs grim player/
Cause I plainly banish their grins player/
Paint each canvas a hymn player/
So pay me damn it I'm him player/
Namely grandest of things player/
So tell your mothers to bring prayer/
New flow with an old appeal /cruise through those with a hova feel/murder you all 'till Thulz tell me --

[Thulz] chill rez that's Over kill/

I'm in a state where I'm fighting for/
My inner faith for my writing scores/
A grimmer fate seems likely if I don't
Disintegrate all my writing flaws/
Got a dinner date with a has been a great/i'm finna take what my pads generate/and bring a plate for the lad and gladly, let him taste what I plan to serve to you fucks/ Cause I heard you bust/ And I urge you to hush/cause my words do crush/ any wack rapper's self-esteem,so fuck you fools and the birds you fuck/ Dumb broads/
Captain of rap who be packing the facts when I'm rapping a track/
When I'm crafting a track I'm passionate cat and I'm back with fashionate act/
Drafting a plan of attack for your crap and the fact that I'm trapped in a trap/
Where immaculate raps are at the back of the pack and the wackest are grabbing the plaques/
I'm rapping I'm rapping i'm rapping I rap and I'm body bagging the raps/
At this rate I could just let the beat play and let you imagine the raps/
So Whoever's hot right now and thinks his glory days are stretched/
Tell him I owe him a visit and a Lannister always pays his debts/

Hook
These rappers talk crowns but I'd rather talk fear, villain like candy man, say my name and I'll appear



Ok you Popping bottles of goose/
My honey with you getting loose/
She doing this, she doing that But nigga where's all the proof?
Oh yeah but it's godly right?
Even though you dudes is hardly tight/
Shittin on you with your own god damn flow, so you know that I body hype/
Then toss it back like take your shit yo that's some useless crap/
I'm from an era of bear bone beats and ruthless raps/
I'm from an era where poems speak with truth and facts/
Tell these new niggas head home b, the futures back/

Sample from Kevin Hart:

Ey! I'm f*cken killing yall man, get the fire on these bitches one time