Lloyd Banks - The Plague [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
You rap to me?
You RAP to ME?
You address me in the form of rap

There ain't a MC that can see him
They take me out, see my ghost in the Colosseum
I bring you these doors while I'm proceeding
Fog up the Deagan, major weed smoke, screaming
I've been sent here, the style I'm kicking next year
2000 on my sweat ware meanwhile I never slept, yeah!
Wilding out on jet gear
True violent, you get left here
More sour dreams, see my respect clear
Tossing CVs, Frisbee the fresh pair
Million dollar Mami, probably have her later
The killers on your hottie, body South Jamaica
Weed, shoddies, 2 0 12, party like the mayor
The dummy gave me a shot, now I'mma play her
Play your cards right, you'll eat with the God
It's complicated, thousand features involved
They money hungry and my sneakers a prob'
(Pen?) spraying, on the beach with your broad
The slutty crew came
Each and every popping
To meet with the mob
Hero in a hoodie, hard to dodging attention
The leader of your lynching
Down on the benches
Hard days spending every night like it's a party
Chip on my Fendi shoulder, take it out on everybody
Back off vacation and you're hella sloppy
Don't ever spar me, that's grim
Take out who led the army
King lifting up the world, got your queen to spot me
You living shady to see my vision, you need Versace
I start my morning off with three Vanillas
They rolling up for me, not even jealous
Rhymes the energy, son of a heedless marriage
Tell the niggas, I rule them
School them, they need the credits
Who knew I'd be attending.. gym in a Yank fitted?
Got my first check, Usain Bolt to the bank with it
Shorty with me, Banks hit it
Drop split, plank visits
Back to where you'll never go, rebel living to great limits
This A.O.N, dawg, I got to win
Time to bring this motherfucker down again
I see you up, yeah nigga, F.N.O
Getting faded everyday cause you never know
I need my liver, I could never die
Southside niggas, got to let us by
Rich anyway, Money by any means
Back to doing my thing
Signing the fuck out, Queens