Khrys. - Killswitch [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Uh uh uh...
Man, how may times have I had to make this clear?
I'm 100% percent serious about this craft, dude
So now, I think it's about time that I hit that killswitch

[Verse 1]
Well, ain’t I a sight for sore eyes, a sound for sore ears as well?
A veteran returned to take what he’s earned, ready to cause havoc and been waitin’ to raise hell?
Hell, get a cane – I’mma raise that, competition’s fate written – can’t erase that
No point to run, ‘cuz by the moment I’m done, there won’t be any dirt to trace back
I was considered as one of the ones who couldn't spark it up like lighter fluid
A couple of songs and 10 years deep and now most say that I can do it
And I can only be honest; you can never ever slam with such honors
If you still rappin' about ladies and drugs while you're still hooked on phonics
My desire is the only fire I need, I need no one for the Venus
Any other rumors heard are now dead, I’m a Romulus to the beat’s Remus
And if you don’t like it, go ahead and take the Amber Cole approach and suck my…
Oh wait – I’m sorry, I started being facetious
If work was physical weight, I'd stack pounds like the rich in the UK
Kill beats like gangsters do people with a fully loaded deuce deuce tré
So who's to say that K-Will go soft like a chocolate soufflé?
I apologize, but a word from the wise; I'mma never fall off - toupee

[Hook]
I’m sorry for those that waited, but some madness got created
And I know some people hate it, but I hit that killswitch
You can argue and debate it, but your say is unrelated
To the ruckus and the damage caused when I will spill this
Don’t make me, don’t make me, don’t make me do it
Oh wait, it’s way too late, don’t seal your fate and then refuse it
All your hate is turning into something worse than karma now
And when I fire right back at you, it’s gonna be like (hand clap)

[Verse 2]
I will not stop ‘til I’m in the chop shop
All you suckas drop slop with the words you got taught – I’m way better
I cop squats on a rhythm, top spot my position
Not hot when you spitting, Foxtrot – grade letter
If jot blots turn into the bawk bawk on the beats of wrought snot
You might have forgot thought
My goal might be far-off but we hardly got shots
So call me a crockpot – I won’t worry over something that I’m not
You can go ahead and say you detest me
But there is a word of warning that I behest thee
And I request thee that you depress the
Pessimism and the hate you got – you misguessed me
And the testes needed to re-test me
Is a thing you’ll never get, so respect me
You claimin’ that I’m not upon your level?
Course not! I’m drowning in EXP! *Tech N9ne grunt*
You can grab everything that you got to put it up against me
But what is that going to change?
Brother, I am at my pinnacle – I hate to be so cynical
But any effort put to make a move is in vain
Ain’t no fruits to gain in any of this
Retaliation is futile, so don’t even resist
You pulled the pin and let the lever go
And I have a short fuse – so don’t even be pissed
Now you got something to deal with, huh?
Are you gonna front when time is realest, huh?
I’m pretty sure I know the answer – call me Master P
Because all I ever do is make ‘em all say, “Uhhh,”
“Na-na na-na”
Don’t you ever try to top the king of lexicon, trick
I hate to do it, but your hate went on without a hitch
Now I gotta go and flip that killswitch – R.I.P

[Hook x2]