Ry - America [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

When I touch mics I split lives in two
How I'm nicer than you but still more trifer than you?
With the pureness of the Virgin Mary
But my burden scary
Except most rap fans have heard me rarely
If they said I'm wack then they lying like the perj of Barry
Because every single rap verse I murder bury
And happily body rappers like a mother's first to carry
So basically you can say I'm worse than scary
Plus I'm valuable just like good leather
I pull out my woody, your girl just became a woodpecker
Plus I'm like the hood's Jekyll & Hyde
I got you rather surprised behind these freckles of pride
And rappers round me passing out like out of bounds calls
While I'm dropping shit and piss on them like I'm round stalls
So when I write a verse and his heart sound halts
I flip my longest finger cause it's profitable
For these profit flows, double meaning I'm the messenger I bring prophet flows
So like Grants inside of your jeans, bitch your profits closed
Cause you took an L to this prosperous soul
Who like a big ass bodyguard came to conquer the dough
And rap fans are like woah, I mean Ry is kinda sleek bravo
When I drop bodies like Cheick Kongo
Yea I mean then I'm shaving your head off
Ry so sick that he be making the dead cough
It's evident that I helm a sick flow
When it come to bars they say he brew without the big nose
I'm a technical rapper of exceptional strata
Who felt it and captured
When Ry round niggas know to put they mics down
Cause they punchlines and bars be like a dry round
No blood no effect, no hugs no respect, no slugs no sweat, no thugs no flesh
No drugs no tech, no rugs nor baguettes
For these young rejects
I flow they be feetless
Plus the fact that Ry host beef like Seacrest
Simon Cowell, I can rhyme a vowel
That makes no sense like an Alzheimer's child
Hi Ms. Chow, Ry's time is now