AfterTone - Promo H.O.E. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: AfterTone]

Ayo, Hell On Earth coming soon
You don't want it to happen any earlier man
Just check this shit out
Be prepared...

Ayo, (haha)
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: AfterTone]

Do you really expect me to respect ND emcees?
Cause they at least release songs where they
Actually rhyme decently?
FUCK THAT, I'd rather BLEED
Get caught with weed and a piece
Lose my keys, get stuck outside and freeze
Take your ho out and not be cheap
Throw out money to the rich, and put up horns
So your niece believes I worship the beast
Cover my right eye and buy a Chanel CD
As you can see, I'm ready to seize your title
Like you're broke and haven't paid off your lease
I'm done takin' rap with ease, these other rappers
Have no talent, so flip you hair bitches
But this ain't no beauty pagent (BITCH)
Look at this cracker, rappin' skill
So ill, when I get paid
Ben Franklin will jump outta the bills
Jason cries to the way I belittle his kills
Givin' everyone with the mind like Jack the Ripper
The chills
So competition, you better be on your way
And while you're at it, give me a ride to get
My Adder-all filled

[Hook: AfterTone]

I feel like I'm gettin' famous
Yeah, that's right
FAMOUS! (haha)
Yo, I feel like I'm gettin' famous
Yo

[Verse 2: AfterTone]

Where were you in my time of need?
You leech, make a little money
Then suddenly you wanna speak
Like we were homies, since elementary
Or something, I recall you callin' me
"Weak!"
That I "didn't meet qualifications"
To be your friend, call me out we will beef
The humiliations yours, so congratulations
You know I got a big imagination
Who will win? I don't know
It's all the interpretations
But I'm tellin' you know you'll swallow
Your words, this ain't a competition
To see who can curse the worse
Real rappers got pads filled and works
While yours is in your purse
YOU BITCH
I wouldn't be a hater
If you were lyrically fit, any advice
Or tips wouldn't help shape that amount
OF SHIT
Any war we get, into I'm equipped for it
So you may wanna sit down and cool off
This is the hammer, not the last tool
YOU DON'T WANNA SEE THE SAW
That ain't even all, I got a full shed
Kept with all of my best bars
Ready to crush your trend, stealin' them
Is impossible, they're locked in my head
My craniums constantly conjuring new words
And STOCKIN' THEM IN
RAP WILL NEVER BE DEAD
I DONE GAVE HIP HOP MY FULL ATTENTION
(I fuckin' hate hip hop)

What a way to trade grades to spray
Insults and try to get recognition
But it never happens the same day
I'll never give up
There's to many I hate and love
I wouldn't GIVE A FUCK
If I got under a seven point eight
Rate on a website cause
So many fakes are considered greats
Fascinated fags is the only thing
Tyler creates
Same with Kanye, he went down harder
Than Wayne, I'm just a martyr with pain
Reignin' with a dissin' chain
You say I'm jealous of their fame
Even though they're writin' for clits
I'm startin' flames, I'm ready to burn
Down their mansions just so they know my
Name, kidnap 'em and threaten their lives
Just for some ransom, GOD DAMMIT!