Atomic Farmhouse - ENGLISH MUFFIN [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[VERSE 1: ANTI]
I play my part villain from the start/
Dreams of world domination but you stallin' and you starving/
Holding up traffic I caught/ mad rapper's disease/
From eating other emcees/ and let my drug make love to your vain/
I switch my style that's why I keep changing my name/
My nigga's call me ANTI my bitches call me ARCH/
More madness than March/ Defeat a hero by killing
The closest thing to his heart/ You niggas not raw - I'm selling toxic by the kilo/
I'm well connected plus im well protected there's no competition cause we winning/
The streets is happy sorta like when Nino
Gave Thanksgiving to the Homeless/ You cowards don't wan't it The Goverment's our only
Opponent - And not even they want it

[VERSE 2: BENJAMIN BRADLEY]
It was Twenty-Twelve, they said we would never make it/
Everybody doubtin' we we're under-estimated/ ANTI always showed
Me we would be the fuckin' greatest/ In high-school we we're really hated -
Fuck it/ This is our world, ya'll trippin better check yourself before I start, to
Clickin'/ cookin' up some toxic shit in the kitchen/ Get the rhythm - thou shall not sleep with out
Without my Smith And/ or I will be forced to use it

[VERSE 3: JOHN FERRARI]
Life under the telescope, Peep the hell I wrote/
I acquire the dollar leave my momma on a better note/
Hate when you rich, complain when you maintain so they say
They loves us better broke/ Do the evils propel us for pockets
Loud as Mahalia/ My nose is scent for cheddar - intertwining with
A pint in the allure life/ Dancing in the moonlight -
Intoxicated feelin' like whatever/ The truth is a guilty pleasure/
Drive-by perception - smoke in mirrors-
Things ain't always seem what it appears/ Huntin' for the bucks
No times for the deers / I'm battling with the devil weaving
Through my momma tears/ Living life up in Dior through
These fiscal years/ The motives for a noble since no nigga
Owe you/ They sell you a vision since these niggas ain't listening/
Just a figment of fiction running past the ears/ So they place me as
The great hype/ God's Prototype using non-believers for a sacrafice/
I'm like Yikes