Kid Doms - Heart Of Gold [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:The Kid Doms]

I got a heart of gold
Or maybe it's a bit of silver
Fuck it either way the flow is cleaner than a Brita filter
The kid's a killer
I'm warning you its true
If you facing me you biting off more than you can chew
What you trying clash?
You better practice the art of war
You couldn't leave a scratch with an axe or the sharpest sword
Man you just a snack to a carnivore
Spittin' dope raps that make you go back to the drawing board
My brains to the point that I don't feel like thinking more
Id rather book a flight to Singapore so I can drink a Coors
They say to be in stores
I need to take it down a notch
But I'll be higher than a mountain top
When my album drops
I put in work around the clock
But it don't pay enough
Trying shave the scruff
On my face,without getting razor bumps
My brain's corrupt
And it's mainly cause I don't say this stuff
So I'm a get it off of my chest like Vick's vapor rub
The crazy fuck
That's leaving cowards shook
While you beat around the bush
I'm a chief an ounce of kush
Man this world's just greasy how it looks
So if u ain't thinking on your toes you gone leave without a foot
I'm deadly and many levels above average
You can't comprehend the method in ones madness
The rest of you dumb asses
Should throw in the towel
My vocals are foul
And I'm uncontrollable now
Yo I run the game
Nah I'm just on the bench waiting kid
Flowing bars going harder than cement pavement is
Your neck's breaking quick
Making heads shake and twitch
Writing breath taking shit like a Wes Craven script
I'm one MC
Out a thousands of spitters
But I'm known to keep it clean
Like bounty and swifter
I hit the trees
Wash it down with some liquor
Then watch me cause collision
Like God hit your town with a twister
Yo I'm monstrous
Talk your shit but you ain't stopping this
Get lost I'm a big boss like apocalypse
Ya from Street Fighter vs X-MEN
If you didn't know ask your best friend
A penny can kill many by tossing it off a tower
Then pack you up in a casket and top it with lots of flowers
You thought your shit was clean
But you're awful and got devoured
You forgot the kid's extreme
Like Otto from rocket power
Off a lot of sour
Cross joints when I'm puffing diesel
Sick and dope
And I'm on point like a junkie's needle
The quiet artist trying to bargain for another easel
Just so I can paint a perfect picture for you fucking people
Cause stuff's deceitful
And I'm just giving you advice
Before you lose your life
You need to pray you make it through the night
Because there's sharks in these waters and they need food to bite
So pay attention when you making friends and try to choose 'em right