Laws - Murder [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Murder, I was your favorite rapper from the future
Now I’m headed back to the past to bring you that murder
Word around the street is I was speaking crucial
To the point that you ain’t have to ask who got that murder
Stop by dead or alive before I put my first word on the pad
I thought about murder, now I’m in the right state of mind
Just to put a flat line on the track ‘cause this is that murder

[Verse 1: Laws]
Why you got those bags under your eyes?
I’m on a grind and I guarantee if you’re fresher than me
Yours ain’t hard as mines, that son still delivered
Damn I should see if I’m as real as my pictures
The Hi-Def ones but I digress son
They wonder if I’m gonna do it for the ladies
My mama Wu-Tang, I'mma do it for the babies
So if you presume I’m outta tune and this is trash
You consume and you got a womb, are you crazy?
Your kids getting gyms from some dudes that’s from Gaise
My mother wouldn’t never let these motherfuckers raise me
And look how I turned out, first show, packed house, look how they turned out
Rap had to die for me to be someone that you heard
I brought it back to life and they accusing me of…

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[Verse 2: Laws]
This is that bird, this is that different cat slipping past herbs
This is that Jesse Owens on that bag of crystal, this is that Christ
This is Q and mist, this go right through the gris
You feel it in your bones, the makings of a king
They can see me on the throne especially when I’m grown
You can find me in the zone, market like a Sham-Wow, find me in your homes
I’m official as a guest who consistently hitting these bitches over the fence
Whether I’m kicking writtens or I’m kicking from my head
I’m not offensive but they like did you hear the shit he said?
It’s different, we can distinguish it from top-fold
I’m machine and he’s diesel but he’s not norv
See my skin tone, they wonder what’s my story
As soon the beat drop, they stop talking ’cause this is that…

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[Verse 3: Laws]
Pay no mind to you busters, I’m going through it now
I don’t mind roots numbers, being patient saves embarrassment
I rather be a Kweli than a Hamilton
In persons, situations get handled different
But if she swing, best believe I Gucci Mane the chicken
Not violent but my Prada sick, they call it murder
Well if the homicide fits, I wear it but I don’t ever share it
Taking you to school like a parent, tearing in the booth, the truth is apparent
I’m a pirate brushing shit off my shoulder from the parrots
Polly want a cracker? I’m not the type to political rappers
Like Obama, my skin ain’t the factor, I’m covering up murder
You hear me? I’m covering up murder, I said I’m covering up…

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