Vantum Noir & Blue November - Tropical [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Feel that momentum nigga?

[Verse 1: Blue November]
I saw you niggas waiting so I came and took it
You niggas laid up in the couch busy chasing pussy
Me too, difference is the attitude
I take life by the horns until I make her puke
So she give me what I want like a slut assistant
With precision I'm tangling up your inquisitions
I see the light but the dark is strong I'm a Sith's apprentice
Hold your weapons I come in peace to destroy your ethics
My morals gone I'm an empty bucket of chum and nothing
But when I spit it eucalyptus sprout so plan your visit
These twitter niggas who claim they raw but they all cooked
I heard your shit, vomit over my school books
Bad look, never even been in the city
Topping tweets but can't top me on a beat
Man I swear to God, a radical as I catapult all my classical's
Into your brain but careful they might be flammable
Creep with precaution the steep is deep at this auction
Put your penny's up, throw em in this henny cup
Let me fucking eat, you know I need it to feed my vices
Till it's all or nothing, cold assumptions yeah I'll take them
Bitch and quit the fronting nigga

[Verse 2: Vantum Noir]
You know we don't play son
Corner a nigga like Twan Cason
Once the wrong term pops up into the conversation
And every nigga sound like they really tryna chase one
Ski mask way July to November like Jason
You Gary ass niggas so green wanna pay tons
To look like a nigga who would never wanna say much to you
And this is so true
We really are obsessed but what the fuck are we to do
I mean look around you
The perfect combination of chaotic order and orderly chaos
Like I killed you at a seance
Its not that niggas dumb
They even seem peep the nuance
But meet it with a pseudo nihilistic nonchalance
And I must admit that I have become one
Sometimes I feel that all I ever do
Is eat sleep make beats burn tree and pay dues
And I maintain the thought if you the best at what you do there ain't a motherfucker out there who could erase you
And in the rare event that Vantum Noir will ever lose
Then nigga pass me ya shoes and run all ya jewels
When I kill mics and LPs with my tools