Spitiful - Freeverse #4 2/28 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
We begin the lecture with the conjecture that I'll drop bombs on your prefecture
Preventative measures are all bear futility because my mind explodes with versatility
We could treat this like Versailles, but why, oh why do you believe you're just as lyrical as I?
I spit tonic, unseen since pre-Chronic, my words make your deposits vomit
Straight onto the lap of the kingpin of rap
Singing and crap? I'm beating on that
You whack fools make me laugh with the nonsense you convey
I'll puree your team, I hope you didn't bet the parlay
Pull out the parkay, you ain't gonna butter me up
I'm coming in clutch delivering thrust to race past you fucks
Ahead of my time, I'm gonna lap twice
And leave the crash scene with you looking like Matt Grice
What's the price of being nice?
I'm a psycho crusher, with Bis
Ceps, what did you expect? I turned left
The race metaphor continues, who's coming with you
I rip through when I diss you, but snot like tissue
Instead it's me doing Bruce Lee, flowing like water, drowning you Ali butterflies and bees
You fucking with me? In what realm of possibility?
It's copascetic how I invested myself into honing my mental capacity until all you fucks had for me was a lack of mastery
I grimace at the sight of me taking a loss
Unfortunate for you if our paths should cross
Cause what you call artistry bothers me
I might have to paint the walls in your blood
Modern day Picasso, sit your ass down papo, I've observed that you can not flow
And I'm the tap through to the sewage
The looseness of my movements has you offended mainly cause you can't do it
I'm absolutely the coolest, screw this
Belief that I stole your bitch, she found me quick, gripped my dick and said show me this
All I ever did was autograph her tits, I never said let's make something out of this
But you persist, you exist to annoy me
I'm tired of speaking coyly, fuck you!
And that goes to everybody
Who doesn't understand the passion and pain
Psychotic mind, I get high only on the manson strain
I'll move into that empty head, masturbate in that mansion brain
And after gain massive pain, in my calfs as I came
To top the ladder of success, doesn't matter who got next
Passively a threat, so actively I'm best
Serving revenge against doubters after cooling in liquid nitrogen
They took vicodin, on my ability
So they lacked the agility
To leap on the bandwagon before greatness happened as a result of rapping