Jay Tri11a - Ninth [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Tri11a in this shit, damn I am the shit
13, with a pair of scissors and you about to clip
Speaking of shit, these other rappers is anus
I don't got a problem topping y'all, I am shameless
My flows is so cold, got me on insane shit
Slaying these niggas that's hating, I am the bravest
Black like the people that came off the slave ships
The engineer fixing hip hop, its on maintenance
Ain't gone stop killing y'all til' you cave in
You're a 'has been', you never have been, you aging
None of you sucker try to claim this
You, your mother and your cousin wish they made this
But I made this
My rhymes will send y'all to Cannan
From Seattle, where its usually raining
Rhyming like this? My flows sound stainless
I know I sound a lil' heinous
But I can touch the sky, turn that into the mainland
Suburbans can't rap? I doubt that, why you hating?
You know I got bars, 500 degrees, blazing
Imma keep rhyming until I'm deceased
And even past that, these tracks will cure the diseased
I ease tracks, you need that, bees in the trap, I'm flexing
I come up with these cold ass flows while I'm resting
Relentless

[Hook]

In 8th grade, but my 9th will be the realest
J Will, flows are the illest
And trillest, and chillest, and I kinda stay killing
Serial killer, that's kinda how I'm feeling

Say what? 8th Grade
Say what? 8th Grade
Say what? 8th Grade
Say what? 9th Grade
What grade? 9th Grade
What grade? 8th Grade
What grade? 9th Grade
What grade? 8th Grade
(x3)

[Verse 2]

My bars are stone cold
I'm Medusa, I'll turn y'all into to stone
I'm an sculptor, so I can change the stone to a cone
I'm a vulture, scrape up you like some trash on floor. My flows is sour like a lime
Hot like a dime, I kill you every time
Spit fire, nice sights, don't judge me because I'm higher
Fly like Superman
Tap the Star Spangled Manner
Please excuse my manners
That was kinda rude
I'm just posing for the cameras
I'm too crude, I blast you hard like a hammer
But I let you keep your glamour
I'm just flexing, I'm the man
You the fan I got a plan
Blew your mind like a fan
I'm beastin', I'm fiendish
You can catch me leaving, but first you can meet me
We tri11ions, I'm killin' em, disassembly, that's weekly
They scared of you, you a pair of shoes, and Paratoo, you stay squeaking
You want some bird food?
Well too bad, I'm eating

[Hook]

In 8th grade, but my 9th will be the realest
J Will, flows are the illest
And trillest, and chillest, and I kinda stay killing
Serial killer, that's kinda how I'm feeling

Say what? 8th Grade
Say what? 8th Grade
Say what? 8th Grade
Say what? 9th Grade
What grade? 9th Grade
What grade? 8th Grade
What grade? 9th Grade
What grade? 8th Grade
(x3)