Ricky Conaway - Angel Dust (Married To The King) [Freestyle] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

You can gimme any beat and imma rhyme over it
I'm the hottest and the coldest, I'm the bipolar kid
I don't even really need to be diagnosed wit it
50k up on my shit, make high toast to this
And it don't really matter if i die poor or rich
When I'm buried they'll compare me to Picasso and shit
See the range?
I can go from a high note to this
We can take it to the backyard, like Pablo the kid
And I'm known to diss, so lemme ask, why so tough?
There's so many fuckin people here i don't trust
If you included in that group you better lie low cause
I let the Glock go, my bullets givin glaucoma
There's a reason i don't answer when my iphone buzz
If you hatin muhfucka i supply no love
You can take a look at my mic, and you'll find no dust
I'm a beat killer bitch, fee fi fo fum, so..
Who wanna take it up wit the greatest?
I'm soon to be at the top of the a-list wit all your favorites
But for now I'll be up inside of ya playlist
Sleepin is for the weak if you see me I'll be awakened
Believe me...
I hear em talkin and talkin
But the realest are feelin me like the dog that I'm walkin
If you hatin well fuck it, then it's off with ya noggin
I'm underground, only right i put em all in a coffin
God damn..
Lemme slow it down for Pete's sake
All i got are 16s, ready for a replay
I could take you out for 20 dollars, that's a cheap date
Gimme a second to think as i let the beat play..