3-15 - Typhon Flow [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Typhon Flow
3-15

1st Verse:
Listen up; this the way I reign.
Fists is up and I came to play.
I made the way and shame the lames
Aim to slain peasant niggas and I lay with dames
I got some people watchin' and they know it's best to keep their distance
I come at 'em like the Kraken with all my wrath and I know they gonna need resistance
Somethin' 'bout the way I spit these bars
Nothin' like a fake nigga with weak a cause
You niggas in the back actin' like retards
Knu Skool in the front with all the stars we brought
Swear I'm godly; say it proudly
You could never count the number of dumbfucks who doubt me
Pissed like Lyssa; feed you my militia
Take you out the picture; bet a real nigga wouldn't miss ya
Flow monstrous like a Gorgon; Tell Medusa that I'm comin'
Bet she wetter than Poseidon when I get that pussy cummin'
Got an army like the Titans and we strong as the Olympians
Knu Skool Entertainment will cast locals to oblivion
We're the Prime Meridian cause we cut right down the middle
Can't swallow that like a pill though; more like swallowin' a missile
I bet I do it simple, but you niggas all seem crippled
With these lyrics that I scribble so I'll just go fuck a nympho
(Ugh)

2nd Verse:
You oughtta admit that I do this shit; word to Sean and Jeezy
Believe me when I say it's easy just to get locals to see me
They see me on they newsfeed and they don't even listen
Because on these lame niggas is exactly who I'm pissin', on
Which is wrong, cause momma used to say be nice to my peers
But I can't help it if y'all lookin' like some queers
Messin' up my ears with the shitty songs y'all supposedly goin' hard on
So I just go on
And poke fun at your blunders cause we don't see competition
Knu Skool and affiliates -such a perfect composition
But y'all bitchin' and I pitch in so I get the plot to thicken
While y'all pussies is just sittin', my lyrical penis stiffens
Never knew I'd be like Perseus; got head from Medusa
And like Zeus did Danae, I made that pussy looser
I know I got the streets listenin'; they don't even acknowledge
The lyrical martyr spittin' harder; they harbor a starter and don't pay me homage

3rd Verse:
Fuck you still listenin' for?
You don't even know the myths
Don't know the stories behind the flows I spit or know any of my bros I'm rollin' with
I'm known to get, into war-like zone; 'least that's what my niggas call it
I call it wreckin' muthafuckas like the Battle of Gods; Fif's here to demolish
These snapfag, whack rap niggas who I'm here to abolish
In fact, that last task is exactly what I'm gonna admonish
These snobbish and waspish muthafuckas who I'm gon' tarnish
They so damn nauseous; lack logics when I rap phonics, astonish
All 'em muafuckas who don't know real lyrics when they hit 'em
And, like pussy, when majors see me, be damn sure Im'a kill 'em
Either with these thick bars and spit hard;
Way better than the lames who get cars
And get broads and get large, from whack muafuckin' lines that shit hard
Cause it's all crap in your favorite rapper's tracklist
My lyrics will shit on the album and have you mad pissed
Hits you like a back fist; don't try to attack this
Get cranky; I'll pop you weasels, and put you where Jack is