VV Ali - Not A Freestyle .1 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

NOT A FREESTYLE .1

[VV Ali]

Now I might, do it just once for my killers. For a free man with a price on his head. VV 50 cent, pose for 9 stills steel sticker, homage I evolved from gorillas. My brothers breathe metal, sisters tryna make it out the ghetto. And young boys who don’t give fucks, shit you might find a pretty little girl who just ain’t so little. A girl who dumped me ‘coz I loved her too much

I seen such, niggas blow up, lose their heads. Think the villain don’t run these beats. I not only live but VV cut throats in these spitters dreams. Much like a nightmare on Hip Hop Street. I’m Usain’s feet! I’m Ryu tryna fight in the streets! I’m Clark Kent with an S on his chest, I’m Bruce Banner with a chip on his shoulder! Frieza tryna get colder, I’m Gohan’s Kamehameha!

Bitch I’m Vega, Bitch lies make tears feel dry, rich eyes always do go blind. Judging from her weave…Shit, she just tryna survive, Medusas where her heart resides. I’m shooting at your dome, for if you ever look into her soul, she’ll freeze you…make you hard as stone. Then pull your strings, make that credit card do her dance. Then love it when I lie ‘coz Pinocchio in my pants

I’m mad I’m a stance. For now I’m kinda bad at the dance. And the game feeling like Las Vegas, but if they gave a rapper named Chance a chance to ever play this. Then by the time I’m finished they should call me the greatest
Ferrari…flows…ferocious…maimings. Gotti no swagger no my Don ain’t dapper
Money…gold…Latinas…racist? Trust you just as much as Hip Hop trusts a white rapper

Love her just enough to play mad-hatter, with a rubber cap on my fat head. When I enter her chest, ‘coz she all about her future I respect that shit. Ain’t ready for no Tutankhaten
In my defense, I’m Van Damme with some kickings in the oven. Beat up Chuck Norris’ little brother. I bullied Butch Madness and spin-kicked Huey Freeman. Gave Bruce Lee a mega wedgie and then brushed his head

Believe I’m a full-blown shamer on my villain vigilante I might Boondocks Saint ya. Reality is dreams, I’m riding in a brand new whip, I’ll always stay in fashion, like bread or sex. Tired of this rapping, but just before I close I induce a comatose on a day job rapper. Fuck that, I ain’t even told you what my name is…VV Ali, not better best the greatest