Cold Blood - Bay Area Born [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hook 2x
Bay Area born but raised in the east coast
East or west I rap like both deceased goats
When I go in beast mode I’m talking with the greatest ever
Say what you want but this cocky prick just facing pressure
Like a kid with a hockey stick and a dream chasing cold weather
You racist hecklers are just like me in a way, lyricists

Verse 1
Still with me or have I dazzled you also known as razzmatazz
Scapegoat? Naw I’m escaping the goat Alcatraz on a raincoat
This ain’t a dramatizing quote
This a ghost tour, through the Winchester Mystery house
Regardless of coast wars, who shot ya remains one of histories better mysteries no doubt about
A timeless crisis leaving two legends lifeless
I got the license to rap about what I want so Imma be decisive
When I open my mouth Imma shout out to the doubters that clouded my righteous
But they can never block my airways like bronchitis
My work is a bodiless virus
Leaving people in awe and spreading like body lice typhus
I got a mind of my own that’ll leave ya mind blown
My squad will die nasty, a dynasty
We rioting this tyranny that oppresses society
And their finest
Maybe I should hide in a roman asylum
Is hip hop dead can I get a moment of silence
Is the game frozen in solitary confinement
Change the attitude have a token of gratitude I’m opposing the violence

Hook 2x

Bridge
Both coasts in this, mmotherfuckker
No joke in this, motherfuckker
No joke in this mohterfucker
Hells yeah baby baby

Verse 2
Beanie hat fitted on my dome
Biggie wearing it best known
East coast, west coast, no flex zone
California love pack a vest, yeah thats a sex zone
When I rap Imma show my true colors, yeah Imma tell em where I’m from
Yeah it’s the same as verse one
Cept now I’m a shoot ya with a nerf gun it’s gon hurt some
Wanna find out if a dagger hurts
I’m sick and tired of these jaeger birds
Mad as a hatter, acting like a rapper
At a jaggar concert
Won’t be laughing after dirk
Acting the shirk
You slackin you irk
The faster you jerk the the faster the matter I burke
This is ladder work but a death adder lurks
This is the crossroad but a fork still hurts
Running away with this you can find me on a track
Crossover, between the legs, behind the back
Soft spoken with a fiery knack and a vicious crossover
Gemme on a mic I’mma talk over
Laid back like my pops, yeah that’s my white side
Hate being normal, so imma do a lefty layup on the right side
Stay out the mainstream, and stay on the bright side
Soon enough I might find
That east or west there’s no right side