Brennus - Brennus is Like [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Brennus is Like, on the mic showing’ his might
Might ghost write if your price is right
In the rap game, showing I’m not in jeopardy
With hot joints you embrace like a broken knee
Brennus is Like, a simile of a warrior
Flows like a voyager, delivering like a Courier
Making messages – You can call me a phone
Don’t add a Y though, the truths recorded, known and playing in your home
Brennus is Like, “so so so self entitled”
Makes a diss track for his rival, adds his own name in the title
Ryan Malcom isn’t kingstons only idol
Verses are all I need like a Christine to the bible
Brennus is Like, dirtier than purple sprite
On loops he’s like a toggle… “tight”
“He’s so farfetched,” Naw dog he’s outta sight
On beats he beats the hype
Brennus is Like, The enemy of Rome
Considered kingpin of Kingston but
Living in the home of Charron
Most rappers are big talk, even on the microphone
I’m honest, and still rock mics
Bolder than a stone
Chosen for this rap game, not in it for the change
Unlike a rapper trying to make a profit off my name

[Verse 2]
It was Ludicrous to Say Move out the way
Sounding like a Cow its just beef you create
Better watch what you say cause we do not correlate
I see right through your ways with my X-rays
Telling’ me to repent, a remark you must resent
False prophets, only in it for the presidents
I’ll make you history, Gone from the present tense
You know I’m gifted; my rap skill is what my present is
Its sad to see you went from fan to emcee
But step to me? I got more knowledge then a library
I drop science, the Rapper with chemistry
Wear your safety glasses incase of an emergency
Real Rappers are gone and you’re not as bright as neon
With an unstable mental like alkali metals
Light you up like Xenon, Killed and Burry Em’
Running out of oxygen cause you make me laugh more than helium
You gross, scum, - You dumb - Uhm, Don’t rap – Don’t rap, don’t sing just hum
After this song your going to call your mum, or 911 cause I’m on fire Son

[Verse 3]
Brennus is Like, Jessie Tuggle so call me the hammer
That puts the nail in your coffin, my lyrics heavier than an anchor
Your Sway and I’m Kanye and you don’t have the answers
Even when I come with fire, you’re not a happy camper
Brennus is like, knowing egos like Erik Erikson
I’m hot like the son, and heaven sent call me son
You’re a failed prophet, like Harold Camping
Just like in rap you’re your not the new born king
Call the police because this many shots shouldn’t be legal
Bullets are heading straight for your cerebral
Left feeble because I’m iller than a diseased needle
Can’t be knocked over, so they made me into a weeble
You were scared to call yourself a rapper back in highchool
You spit little shit - I spit flames and schooled
I raised the degree then inspired you – but that
A Brennus thing, don’t let it be bothersome to you
Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is

[Outro]
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- Instrumental *Killing everybody in sight*
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