Verbal Tactiks Family - Dynasty (Feat. Semr) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1: (Ishues)

I go hard like my dick in my bitch//
I don't talk to cops I'm far from a snitch//
I rather choose the grave then go out like a bitch//
VTF set stay away from you kids//
The home boy Semr left your body severed//
Incisions through intestines if you try to act clever//
Body bag rap underdog trend setter//
We go hard with the ox I'm not speaking bout the razor//
Pilot pens strike the pad as I slash away//
Quality in your tracks there's a price to pay//
I rather be a producer than rap anyway//
350 tracks I think I need a pay//
Don't under estimate my team//
Or else I'll unleash the beast on my enemies//
When I spit you tend to forget to breathe//
Embrace my sixteen guaranteed to set you free//
(Bitch!)

(Chorus) [X2]

My hearts cold each verse is an ice berg//
This is hard body coming from the curb//
These are raps equip with gats call the hearse//
Don't yap on tracks prove something first//

Verse 2: (Hangs)

Cause I'm still hangs give a fuck about no//
We ain't even been the same not even our shadow//
Everybody seems to copy everything we display//
We put you all on game, You ain't really here to stay//
Everybody round me shoot like the buzzer going out//
Might always be the same thing that comes out your mouth//
Go on bout your day this is VTFamily//
Couple goons in my phone that'll finesse ya for your bling//
I don't really think you want it with my team right now//
A bunch of savages on beats till they die down//
I'm in too deep, Ain't going to quit like now//
Always bout mine like my life going out//
You ain't ever heard of shit like what we do//
Contagious to the whole world like we flu//
I rather tell you, You will never be us//
I rather sip mud and get stuck, That's how we does!//

(Chorus) [X2]

My hearts cold each verse is an ice berg//
This is hard body coming from the curb//
These are raps equip with gats call the hearse//
Don't yap on tracks prove something first//

Verse 3: (SemRaw)

Recognize this vibe every single damn time//
Coming at you with a sick and twisted state of mind//
Feel pressure against your body levitating you of the gravity//
When it comes down to phasing reality its all nasty and bloody//
You won't hear a thing about stopping you pussy's are nothing//
I'll remain till the last blood drips or haunting no doubt about it//
Bitch remember that ill always remain above this stupid society//
Fuck the government along with the shit they have to say about me//
Hard body till the death of me this is a hobby never will i face defeat//
Trynna act hard when your nothing but weak concrete smashing down to your knees//
I'm driving all you politicians crazy by the deaths im committing//
I'm sure you wanna see the proof of what will happen next//
Ha, Watch as I rise from the underground dark mothafucking crest//
Slithering open your chest with the fam you should never test//
Laughing as slowly you come to your mothafucken end and that's death//


(Chorus) [X2]

My hearts cold each verse is an ice berg//
This is hard body coming from the curb//
These are raps equip with gats call the hearse//
Don't yap on tracks prove something first//