VaLtini - Fire Squad (FreestyLe) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Look, what else can I mention about myself?
I'm too sick, here's an examination about my health
I got a cold, and that shit defines myself
And niggas'll call your phone cause your music shit might sell
My music hot, but my promotion's not
But that's far from the reason I should ease the pedal or stop
I'm any street's coldest nigga, I freeze the battle and drop
The hardest bars with mission to increase the medals and rocks
That are thrown when a soldier heading to the top
Or the throne, playin' this chess-game, I can't flop
How many hardcore rappers in here became Pop?
You fuckin' lames just can't be friends with Hip-Hop
So lemme go back to the chess-game and hit the king, why tho?
Cause after that I'm gon' have to kidnap his title
And write my name on it like a letter
This game is a bitch tryin' cuff a nigga, so for sure I'm gon' let her
So please let a nigga take his damn time
It's just me, myself and all these excellent rhymes
I know you ain't got bars, don't experiment mines
Tend to drop bombs, no accident mines
I'm still on that grind, never rest I be spittin'
Rappers think money come fast, but this ain't no quickie
Elaborating a dumb test, but that shit ain't for Vizzy
Get it? Test sheet ain't for Vizzy
Vizzy: spreading flame, the distribution is burnin'
Vizzy: wreckin' lames, I be pushin' and runnin'
Next star of the lines, the brightest G emergin'
So ahead of my time, my grandpap's still a virgin
Got a rude body language, that's when my hands slangin'
I don't even wanna shoot but my rhymes gangbangin'
Click-clack boom-boom!
You can't pass to this level fool, tell Mario he needs to get a new room

I need a pump, asphyxiated by the trouble
I travel with turbulence when the plan is not to be a rebel
Gangbang? I refuse, just a genius with them
Ain't following rules, can't be a genocide' victim
But wait...
They still think we all make this war flow
So we got our backs against the wall, wardrobe
Now pick a motherfuckin' coat cause we all cold
And assure that we'll not stop to make a shooting star show
Click-clack boom-boom, they gettin' trigger tight
Humhm, I'm sorry my nigga not tonight
I'm gonna tell these stories all in due time
But there's no need to do the Math what'll happen to that 9
Right? So now pound the alarm like...
We about to fight, fuck it!
Nigga, pound the alarm once again like...
Panic! we ain't the same, you niggas off balance
Y'all way too lackadaisical to reciprocate my talent
You ain't encouraged enough to come accept my challenge
For that you need my guidance
I'll murk ya, shall I reflect on my violence?
They told me to stay quite but I'm terrorist enough to detonate my silence
I make a terrible beat sound like a dope instrumental
I'm sick but I don't need a doctor, I need a vet cause I'm an animal
All I hear is rapper frontin' like they're rich, I can go shoppin' and find their clothes at any mall
Can't be weak, I got bars for more than 7 days
Potential knows I'm not an astronaut, so it don't gimme space
I want you to feel the pressure when you hear my verses and feel obligated that you gotta do better
I confess, Hip-Hop is takin' over my temper
The way I rap, could bring up rumors about The Roots being back, and I'm the newest member
So Black Thought, I ain't new to this I'm true to this, remember