Slum - Party at tha Lair [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Switch menace
Bad trip
Spooky forest nigga
Black elk
Nu wave
Let tha chorus trigga
Elbows AKs
Make tha story richa
Figurin about myself
Notorious tha horror picture
Got up off that ego
Few scars n a couple stitches
Listing pissed
Tha propaganda Salem to a couple witches
Noose up on tha cadence
Feelin faintish
Flow apocalypto
Shoutout to my gutters
Rebel squad
And all the things we into
Cocktails n hand grenades
Say pour a 40
Toss tha mental
Flaunting with my main
I can't dumbit any simple

Poppin collar populous
A power fisted opportuist
Im in tha village hidden mist
N carbons tryna copy this

Forkliftn barrels
Tippin overin of tha illest shit
My cup runneth over
Feelin saucy man im too legit

Party at tha lair
Fuck water walking air
Its the genesis of flow
Rocket launcher catching air
Wasn't never bout tha money
This whole rapping shit a dare
Just to hush the fucking ego
Burn tha shit like it was nair
Cuz tha internet like bino
On my cloud they seein rare


I ain't moving off a c note
Ima tear this shit a bear
Ima muscle up camino
You can't me out ya hair
Ima swipe tha whole casino
Roll a stack n blow tha air


Party at tha lair
Its tha party of the rare
Said a party at tha palace
Not invited you ain't here

Stuntin like a mastadon y'all catchin bends n passin on tryna cop the leagues beneath me stupid what you smackin I'm modeled after constellations proving all these pastors wrong since I was in diapers sarcastic riding laugh along
Miss tha hydroponic I thought the feelings was cast in stone rebel loose unchained em molecular carbon catacombs diamond ima glisten yung merkaba ima move alone astral body get em I'm lethal swappin a cap for domes

Swap the stainless for the painless route to topple Rome paintings of your adversaries call em Jesus tappin domes

Mental fixture hear tha crackle like it's cellophane fuck a thumb print retina scanning on tha telephone iPhone configurations piloting ya nearest drone crash into the haven wit a halo gunnin al Capone

Didn't mean it so dark Perfect in rare my start one year mastery I shift into the early art speaking with a purpose ima stir tha pot and boneyard tell em come and get me boy I'm ready for them polestars polished poppin hammers possibly they slip bananas peelin puppets power punchin bustin busters bustin blisters purposeful I pop up in it peddle Tussin lean a gimmick everybkdy just a minute lay upon it so demented and my ammunitions printed I ain't runnin for a minute ima sit here cold gazing rock steady independent