KAS (felix) - Kings.Are.Sinners [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Ey yo he’s back up to bat, it’s the realest teen
Tell em all Kings.Are.Sinners so get the guillotine
K-A-S, got em thinking bout the acronym
“It sounds pretty dope but what it mean”
That’s what they askin him, yo
It means what you want it to mean homie
That goes for every fucking thing that I sing homie
Ey its Karim.And.Scriptures and I’m a Killer.At.Soul
I’m KASsius Clay with the sting, cuz I just bee what I roll
Cuz I just, marinate in my thoughts until I spit it out
So this food for thought it ain't a knockabout
Don’t turn my pockets out, never T-Bag’s bitch
If we’re behind bars tell em to fuck with the fish
I’m finna break from this prison did you get the angle
The loose head of an axe, don’t let me fly off the handle
Don’t let me, fly, whatever you do homie, don’t let me, fly

[Chorus]
Ey yo Kings Are Sinners (mm what?) Tell em Kings Are Sinners (don’t let me, fly)
Ey yo Kings Are Sinners (mm what?) Tell em Kings Are Sinners (don’t let me, fly)
Ey yo Kings Are Sinners (mm what?) Tell em Kings Are Sinners (don’t let me, fly, don’t let me)

[Verse 2]
Prince KAS, killin tracks, trynna turn king
Gotta catch some bodies for the crown that I’m earning
I’m callin shots at anybody my age
Catch any body my region, or any city I stayed (ah)
Gaza, Beirut, Leiden, Nairobi
Can anybody kick it like your boy, ask Jarobi
I’m wit the tribe and we questin for the trinity
Good weed, good beats, bad girls, good grief
Flashback to the tanks on the boulevard
Ain’t no school today we just ducking from the bullet shards
Terror lies errywhere that I go
So its ironic that im talking catching bodies with flows, yo
Ey matter fact it’s a damn shame
But I’m just steady in my zone, provin my damn name
Cuz you gotta be a killer to be a winner
It’s the soulful sinner, don’t let me, fly

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Feedback got me feeling myself
Older dudes turn to stripes, but imma get it myself (yo)
Walk up to the yard, its mad props on the mixtape
And they ain’t understood shit
They just think I spit great, off one song
There’s fifteen for a reason
Now I’m seventeen spit sixteen with ease and
Still ain't no reason, they don’t grasp what I spit
I’m the best, I just wait till they talk shit
That’s like crashing Action Bronson’s stage
But it gon come cuz everyone hate the top today
And the top today, are some fucking degenerates
Misusing your influence, Kendrick been tellin it
This shit ain't separate, artists or federate
Just check the rhetoric, this beat I severed it
So with this, just don’t ever let me die
Who am I, I’m a king, don’t let me, fly

Yeah, Don’t let me, fly
Yeah, Don’t let me, fly
Don’t let me, fly, don’t let me