CurlE - God [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: CurlE]
God Lyrical god Metaphysical
It sounded kinda cocky but I'm awfully critical
Ridicule the opposition nah their promise is minuscule
And it's a loss of fucking time should be writing the manifesto
Manifest hopes to make it gold like philosopher stones
There's no prophet dawg I jot my own notes
Cataclysmic rap spitting more consequential than Chernobyl
You know though CurlEs not disappearing like the fucking ozone
Oh no they go and scream when they see me
They know CurlEs a beast on this ep
Rappers go and read while they weeping
The heat I am seeking
To have my fucking revenge their ends what I'm bringing uh
Kids know my flows more harder then onyx
What you don't? Well I'm way colder than the coldest of comets
They think they dope dosey doe ain't no hardship
And I'll be rocking the fuck raw shit till I'm dropped in coffin

[Hook: CurlE]
Wack rappers think they sick but they ain't
And I'm just trying to kill em all off rap's Saddam Hussein
Dominate the competition till I'm shot to fame
But I got the same luck as the cards you play what up

[Verse 2: CurlE]
Show me any rapper in this area I'll bury them
Hearing em out then turn and embarrass em, I'm fearing none
Bearing the burdens of my mind on the honor role with rhymes
And I'm murdering tracks on a roll like dice, feel the wordplay?
I'm on downhill slope like Thursday
CurlEs surely gonna spit out flames like a birthday
Dang, I really try not to brag
But the shit that I be rappings tight like gift wrap bruh
My rhymes properly tight like zig zags huh
I'm too potent listen in low dosage
Risen from the coals to administer globe ordinance

[Hook: CurlE]
Wack rappers think they sick but they ain't
And I'm just trying to kill em all off rap's Saddam Hussein
Dominate the competition till I'm shot to fame
But I got the same luck as the cards you play what up