Aspiring Wijsdom - Mindkcuf (feat. Ryan) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Aspiring Wijsdom:

Too much it to be split ripped or divided
If your mind's a locked box, with the drop I'd be inside it
Quick to ride it frisky kittens, get a laugh when I be spitting
Pause, pillow shifting, sheets gone, in addition
We be skipping through the meadows
Ain't no point in getting settled
Wake fully disheveled
Roll out and roll up a level
Clever fellow, hella faded
So damn glad we ain't made it
Won't ever less I get aided
Whatever it's overrated
Paid in full and still sprained
Recognition to the same
Name of the game is copycat
Not just that but the fame
Has changed
Oh so many saps
If everything's as true and as fluent as in your raps
Then daps
Mad respect
Still best inspect it for rats
Suspect one is this
Subjective to that
Plus sections on my list
Insist on bringing it back
But whack as shit is a miss
The meaner of which gets slapped
Clean from the misdemeanor he packed
They're caught up on information patiently chasing scraps
Had eyes, ears and claws, grew a tail like a cat
No wrath or combat, off the map, now I rap, like that



Tuscan:

Mindfucked with that nine tucked
LSD in my spine had a flashback
603 we divine I smash tracks
Get a beat and a grind I have that
Post mortem
East coast
Coke snorting
Beast mode
What he's born in bore him
That foreign's engine roaring
Lying/Lion inside
Dying but Ryan's alive
Grinding we trying to find
Violently die, survive
Pride in me crying inside
See him flexing, stressing
Aggressive impressions
All adolescents with blessings
Step in, I'll get wetting
And check it I've been reppin
J hit the beat like a fat boy on his feet
Got weight on these ankles they weak
Bojangles combined with Jet Li on a free
On the mic, on your street
Fuck your life, fuck your beast
Take the D, literally
Please don't fuck with me
It's all
Going to shit, smoking a spliff
Fuck off
Hoping devotion ain't choking me stiff
Lust, false
93rd Clique
Cry me a river, you manipulating bitch




Aspiring Wijsdom:

Now though dry they still hit me up 2 lie
Double that exactly I reply, they ask why
My vision slowly slipping, permission, admission, sipping
This and that, and that and this in the basement, bathroom or kitchen
Which indeed be the best place
Baby how's my breath taste
Fucking instrumentals so sensual check the sex face
Next take, done with it
Hit it up and run with it
Da da na na na done, get it





Outro:

Come from that
Seis
Zero
Tres

And we running that
Mother
Fucking
Place

Beat is acidic
Give it
Bass

Yo should we give them a taste? Man should we give them a taste?






Shoutout to the homie for killing this track with me