The Guild - Spitting Fire [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: King Spec]
Fresh for the team 2015
Numb to all the haters like I'm coming off a drip of morphine
I'm morphing into the monster under your bed
See me in your sleep Freddy Kruger up in your head
Leave you in your dreams empty body up in your bed
You never wake up leave you in the past
Family all mourn your death I show up laughing at your casket
Grab the mic from your ass spit and laugh when you see I'm trash
Bitch I'm the shit when I spit an iceberg
You only seen my tip of my skills, my pain
Blood spills, I'm king I kill, blue pill
Popping shit like you taking pop rocks
Your shit no longer rap, you need some pop or rock
Or get stopped like a broken heart beat
Beat your chest so you no longer feel your heart beat
Asleep at the wheel while a race right past you
Your slowing down I'm only goin faster
I am your master, I'll leave you holy no pastor
Bitch I'm a ghost you are casper, I might blast ya
Make your titan fall, bitch I'll outlast ya
I'm the next gen, faggot I'm the one
Breaking all the records I am second to none
You can't beat me in sixty seconds I'm gone
I'm the king you're my pawn, dropping bombs like Saddem
Got the world in my palm , till I say so long

[Verse 2: J Hauser]
Verse 2 I'm still blocking the view
And you better believe there ain't nothing you can do
Lemme just see if you can take the hit
I'm from the Windy City but I'm still lit
Ya all day all night, we go party till it all looks bright
Even thought the scene might look like trash
When we get done it's a beautiful sight
I got downloads for days, and labels coming at me like I ain't gunna stay
It's true what they say, there's not much time so you better not delay
Not much time until I blow up
Keeping you all pleased is always enough
I'll see you on that big bright stage
It ain't the end yet but I'm passing the flame

[Verse 3: The Rae]
Screw everybody that says this
Everyone thinks they are the next big thing
I'm sick of people saying this
All they want the same damn thing
What a sin, everyone wants everything
But they're scared to do the shift
Everyone's a criminal, everyone sold crack at six
But not this kid, this kid was given
The gift to keep on living
To light the way, to keep it straight, alliance all the way
Don't mean to hate
But I can't relate
To all you fakes
Who think you're great
There's no debate
You won't be first place
With your shitty mixtape

J Hauser Free Verse