Illa Ghee - Salute the General [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Illa Ghee
Skizz
Brooklyn

[Verse 1-Illa Ghee]
Direct, dialect, dialysis
Rap like a chemical unbalanced that balances
The street life challenged by peace between balance
Their all from the norm, loud between silence
Nocturnal with the power of knock-outs
My flow makes you nervous like a cop with a Glock out
Niggas talk shit 'till its on, then they cop out
So either get the crack or the band and we rock out
Animal-like hood, the jungle is in your face
And since I am a gorilla, this is the rise of the apes
The sun may rise, but I can rise above space
I rise like an eagle, my eyes is on snakes
This thing called rap, I [?] all that
And whoever push forward, get their brain pushed back
So if y'all a DJ, homie don't play me
You're watchin my throne like you Kayne or Jay-Z

[Hook-Fame]
I got the illest flow on the planet, goddammit
Niggas don't understand it, cause the game's underhanded
So, I spit it from the ghetto with a killer beat
You should pay attention and listen (to who?)
Illa Ghee

[Verse 2-Illa Ghee]
My grace is what I'm repping and tearing down shows[?]
My flow is five 9/11's in a row (boom)
Black Mac-11's in the 9/11 door
News at 11, I done killed nine fools
Niggas sip [?], I'm high now
Shorty wanna put her pretty lips on my eye now
I now, flow like the wind in of the Chi-town
Lowercase B, see the Capitol's eye now
See I rhyme like a bomb in the bay, with no limits
I'm about to do a show in the tank [?]
Chicks love me, they see the boy flow and they faint
I catch bodies, the blood is on the wall like paint
I'm so raw, you never see me wearing the meat though
Catch the wife whores, I call them ocho cinco
Sink slow[?], copycat niggas is Kinko's
Illa is a pro, homie click on the link yo

[Hook-Fame]

[Verse 2-Illa Ghee]
Ghetto nine's iller
Ghee spits pesticides
[?] give Dre a new Aftermath
Mathematic, supreme magnetic
Exercise the rhythm, cause the flow athletic
Deeper, murder any rapper on the feature
Smoking out of Wiz Khalifa
I keep the [?] and high, tolerance is on zero
Lost, so how I keep winning like I'm Tebow?
I'm all about green, call me Cee Lo
Flow is nince kilos
Stack 'em in chips like it's Doritos
The illest
And I don't give a fuck what you think
Cause I'm a street king and I don't mean the energy drink
See the drug tough guys copping fiends when they sober
My beef is like a long time bib, it's never over
Move quietly, like a B-M-Dub Motor
Shooting every bullet at the skinny-jean culture

[Hook-Fame](x2)