Foreign Beggars - Flowin' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Skunk has got me...
Skunk has got me...
Yeah...
This skunk has got me...

[Verse 1]
Ayo, I've been flowing for time
Getting open with lines
High off this verse
It's kind of like I'm smoking a rhyme
Going for mine
Acting like I know it's the time
The beats sound dope so my vocal's inclined
With a spliff [?] twisting the verse
Never [?] liquor til my syllables merge
[?] but act like they're king of the world
Keep running it hot til I finish in first
So what

[Verse 2]
Yo it's the Count Dracula
Smacking you straight out of the picture frame
Jacking, I'm racking your dad's packet of jimmy hats
In fact I'mma spit your rap back at ya
Distraction tactics, sit back I'm mapping ya
Honey funny feelings swelling up inside
(Hey, don't you love this guy?)
Guess who's getting laid tonight
Trust, I'mma tell it like no other brother ever spat it
Take it as it comes blad
You know we never ratted

[Verse 3]
We keep searching til our mind's turn
My nation's drunk off a liquor that make your chest burn
Party is on
Neglecting facts is a habit when the living ain't long
I wanna live it for today so I can die next one
When the pressure comes, ringing my bell, where do i stand?
Under strength an my lyric while i figure a plan
Keep it straight with the women cos they wanted the man
Need some money in my hand to squeeze me out of a jam
If you see me catching joke I'm still a serious man
Getting known for rocking beats up in a session or jam
And if you only check for beats then you don't care who I am
Buzzin', Mr. I the second to Redman

[Hook]
(Flowin')
Sometimes it gets deep but you know that the rhymes keep
(Flowin')
It's the never-ending cycle of beats, rhymes, life, we keep it
(Flowin')
From the one acapella to the Hip Hop beat we're
(Flowin')
Everybody making music for the love not the money keepi'n
(Flowin')
Orifice Vulgatron, Matthew Reddix, XC we're
(Flowin')
From the pen to the pad to the mic don't you know we keep it
(Flowin')
Sounds sweet, and you know Dag Nabbit made the beat - it's
(Flowin')

[Verse 4]
Now I stress flows
Bless flows
My check flows
The finesse, fresh
Direct, no [?] flows
Pen and pad [?]
[?]
Shot my next flow
Do a next show
Chill, call my set bro
Wow, move too fast
You need to press slow
I rise like the cess flow
Foreign to this world
Yo I've been begging to get hoes

[Verse 5]
Yo, my shit's riveting
Pivoting, trend setter
Instilling stage-fright into minuscule bed-wetters
Next level rapper, fuck a figure of speech
I'm lyrically disfiguring chiefs, beginners, and freaks
Foreign Beggars give the darkest demons the creeps
I'll cut you up without even so much as a scream or a screech
My thoughts could torture [?] while your synergy sleeps
You might be the big boss but your wife's sleeping with jeeves