Fatt Happy Tony - My World [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Fatt Happy Tony]

This is my world
This is my girl
This is my neon sign that the blind circle
You never thought you’d find a rhyme to lift your mind curtain
Tony’s got the designs to remind you where your sight’s hurting
I’m a titan
I’m a monster
I’m a teenage heart throb without a sponsor
Feeding on fresh sheep, cause I’m a chupacabra
If you live to tell the tale you better call a doctor/
‘Tony! Tony! Tell us how ya do it
It looks kinda easy like there was nothing to it’
But they don’t understand what these sacrifices mean
Sold me soul to the devil before I could reach my teens
Nahhh, just half of it
I’m more two faced than Tommy in a Batman flick
Jokers like Jack can’t laugh I’m that legit
Fatt from eating my bread while niggas stacking it

[Hook: Fatt Happy Tony]

I’m right here!
Fatt Tony
The one and only


[Verse 2: Fatt Happy Tony]


In common conversation I never invest my breath
So on the mic, I’m never subject to rest
I’m never right so I’m saying that I’m never the best
I’m just blessed with the stress, let it flow from my chest
So here are the passive habits of a classic young bastard
Acting like it’s more fun when our freedoms flee faster
Dramatic attacks behind our backs
Like, ‘What was that?
Lift the rug and sweep the facts
We don’t care if it’s exact
Cause most Americans won’t even get off their ass
Uncle Sam’s deceiving and thieving from brother Jack
Martial law is creeping and feeding from every blast
Obama receives our greetings and feelings because he’s black
Like you never met an African you hated
But when we get on food stamps JP Morgan gets the savings
I know it’s just a song, but take heed to what I’m saying
Tired of complaining that I’m too far gone, and God can’t save me!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fatt Happy Tony]

That dude Reda? He’s just a soft spoken foreigner
I’m so fatt I step out and got the whole world cornered
Your girl? I ignore her
She still implores me towards whores
Having orgies
Not one time, but forty
I know that sounds corny
But I’m a Hoosier, not ya daddy
And I’m saddened by the fact
That I’m not sitting in the back
Of Sam’s truck burning a fatty
I only threw that reference in to hear all my homies laughing
Rapping, at school is where I do my paper stacking
And you weak as paper napkins
One ply, hah!
I’ma make your fun die
I am not just some guy
I’m melting peoples minds, I’m hot as sunshine
Yeah, you gotta gun right?
But I’ma say this one time
I ain’t backing down, you spill my blood fine
I ain’t another mothafucker trying to outrun time
So brother, please take my life, cause rappers like dumb crime