Fiendix - TKO [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

*chuckle*
Fiendix

(Chorus)
Fiendix. Fiendix. Fiendix. Yeah! Fiendix! Yeah!

(Verse 1)
F.I.E.N.D.I.X
I'm the one you'll never beat, I guess that make me the best
Bob Marley on 'em, I ain't never got no stress
You know ya boy smoking hot, now put me to the test
18, with a big dream; spitting a 16
Or a 36, make it any number
In this for the long run, y'all just in it for the summer
Riding out till the wheels fall off; there ain't another
There is something to be said for the lack of longevity
Inconsistent lil bastard; ain't nobody ahead of me
Hot N Ready. I'm a dictator; Julius Caesar
I'm the controller & I play no games; you my appeaser
Don't confuse my cockiness for a lack of reality
Yeah, I got a long way to go; I'm on my way actually
Get in my way, you a casualty
These niggas say they fly, but they wearing casual tee's
You a J-O-K-E, gotta Chris Rock 'em
It's a wrap for y'all, you know I gotta Hip Hop 'em
They be like "Yo Fiendix really got mad flows
First he inspirational, then he killing all of these bros."
So relieving, I'm a antihistamine
Foul mouth; give a fuck about a Listerine
You getting cheese? Call me Chucky; imma put you in a curse
Move forward in my life; they just playing reverse

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(Verse 2)
They ain't even on the level to decipher my verses
When they finally know the meaning, they be leaving in hearses
I out rap 'em any day!
Morning, noon, or night
They don't love you no more
You never was a pretty sight
You should know my music isn't something to be taken lightly
Sorta like it's over weight; the bars heavy; world champion
Leave 'em up in flames; I ain't smoking a Cuban
Ya jams leaving people deaf; gotta call ya Rick Rubin
Im repping 996. Don't forget I am the 1
Call me Fiendix. They mistaking me for one of the Suns
Pill popping, cuz ya scared. I'm aware of the fear
I notice every time they see me they be giving me glares
I might as well be talking bout myself, cuz I'm my only competition
Better than the person I was yesterday. So fucking listen!
Shoutout to the real niggas in the booth
Shoutout to the sisters. Shoutout to the misters
Shoutout to the mothers & fathers handling business
Trash talking aside, shoutout to the feeble
I wake up every day & I do this for We, The People!

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(Verse 3)
Plus I call it how it see it; they know me as FaceTime
Fresh Prince in a Jazzy world, rhyming on the bassline
Used to say I'm abstinent, cuz can't nobody fuck with me
But I won the ring & still ain't nobody touching me
Never been the type to fit in, I don't need a tailor
Giving everybody life; I'm a musical inhaler
Time to bow down, sorta like you are too tall
Pretending to be something else; you on your RuPaul

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(Bridge)
I do it, I did it
Always real never kidding
Give 'em the verbal back hand, now they calling me mitten
Yeah!
X2

Now I got 'em saying!

(Chorus) x2

Now I got 'em saying!
Now I got 'em saying!