Adrian Cool - Michael Phelps (Diving High) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Adrian Cool]
Said it's the opposition's season to fall I shall proceed to kill all dem
The crowd cheers so have a seat in the coffin
Local road being normal or that freeway to stardom
While I watch you camp like concentration in Auschwitz
Cloud 9 prolly spend the whole day stoned
Had to make a call for a quarter like pay phones
Kush got me trippin' so I get my vacay on, and I got loud like I raised tone
Smoke good, stay blown, rip Shit, they sown
Paybacks a bitch Im calculating what they owe
Yeah, no stage fright on this stage show
The brand new guy just tryna make pesos
Married triumph, failure caught the bouquet, two k's, Dark night, Murk a joker, Bruce Wayne
Fucking cocaine expect a name and a due date
A humane lacking lil bastard in cool greys
No relievers ain't stuck in the bullpen instead Im out here causing trouble stealing more than Ricky Henderson
Medals ain't nuffin to a nigga
Olympic shit this cool nigga is diving high

[Hook]
A heart to heart with my past fears
To follow a dollar so I could adhere
In Cool Universe, Jesus is worthless here
No time for religion just tryna persevere
Have a moment with the fishes
Swimming for victory seeing this as olympics
Michael Phelps and I see eye to eye
So sit and watch Im diving high

[Verse 2: Mac Eleven]
Most niggas flows is kinda poor, common gimmicks
When it come to spittin' lyrical connoisseur is what I am Son of Sam is what Im not
Never sell a soul, unless it's in a box
Food for thought, ham hocks and pork chops
But we don't touch those like Snoops' dreadlocks
Touch screen dreams but nothing pushes my buttons
Tryna give my mom everything so Im not with nothin
And I dare a lil nigga try touch me
If this Mac 11 rip, everything is gettin ugly
Skully's and a ski mask at yo front door
Leave ya whole family shaking like they watching Saw 4, or Prom Night, Klondike ya'll couldn't bare these sweet bars
Too complex the context confuse retards
Pillow case my notepad cuz it's what you sleep on
Running through ya mind my sneakers gettin they crease on
Dietary flow, don't make me get my feast on
She thinking bout a family tree and I am yelling timber
Cuz when we through fucking, I doubt I'll ever see her
And i can't leave my sons, hanging like simba

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Bravo]
UGH, Hoes show me love cuz I rap well
On a black summer's night like Maxwell
Body-build the beat cuz I max well
Fuck that, bring the pain like Maxwell
Cornbread niggas they the side trey
It's not enough so they fiending for the entree
3 kings or 3 k's like Andre
This rap shit easy I ain't chuckie but it's childplay
A nigga going places no round trip
A bad bitch feel tiny with a round tip
Im the shit, bring a porter I am rich
On to the next never on to a bitch
I switch all kinda flows, get bit from round the clothes
Im 40 degrees below and these niggas is kinda cold
Wristwatch, Jill Scott, living life like it's golden
These Chrissy's want the Jimmy but a nigga just Jonesin
Im Michael Phelps just diving in it, I tell her that I love her but Im not committed
Michael Phelps just diving in it, I tell her that I love her but Im not committed

[Hook]

[Toddler laughing]