Loaded Lux - 50 Bar Freestyle (Vlad TV's Killaz Battle League) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Freestyle: Loaded Lux]
The game's going to be the game, you see
Ain't nothing going to change but the names on the marquee wall or the master's soul
For the mass of souls remain trapped and owned
We so into the show
Amidst the ashes rose the new roles of rappers enrolled into the Rolls Royce for when they rap your role
He's just going with the flow
I could be your floor exit or your front door checking the vortexes you had enclosed in your data code they had it closed
But daddy's home
Government want your government on the Nasdaq polls
They could care less about that taxi, home, but they'll tax you until your chapter folds
They quit silver to ration gold, you see
Man's will to be free not as he had supposed
In the city of liberty where the statue's posed
This is only for the strong
You make your songs my nigga, you leave these battles alone
Bums can't talk charismatic clothes and Paris Vogue fashion shows
And you ain't step out on nothing but a patio, glad you know nigga
Analyze me handle mines
Whatever your bandwidth span of attention can't grip
Man, just, I don't know, scan rewind the samurai
You see I take a great honor when bombing I'm just disarming
The kinks in the armour is camouflaged
I can pan these cameras to find you, just got to expand your mind
How honest is a man behind comments unstandardized
When living life is like making plans to die
Because if you're liked then it'll be romanticized and amplified
Because when no more's left to be buried, well, legendary is just something you got to let fans define
So listen
I kick it for you if you buy tickets to stand in line
You given that right than to feel like when lightning laying lines on the landline
When I'm writing with that hand of time to get to striking
The hour in-which i devour random rhymes
This what you niggas pay me for
I decipher the grand design
I separate real from fantasized for you niggas who can't decide
Is there Allah in his eyes, Is that God in the vibe
I'm that nice, you going to want a spar then a spa
I get charged off of tap water
Beat a rap off ya'
I eat in that order, I'm just bringing the weak back stronger
This is less grapple with more punches of force lunged through your neck apple
Your best battle be just cattle
All Calicoe showed you niggas is you might not get up from the next tackle
Threats rattle when the hook's strong
Mom's on a good lawn at Woodlawn
I told my trainer go find somebody to whoop on
You can't turn the page on what I took home
How you niggas going to go word for word with me on some shit I wrote the book on
These wise writings
My advice is mind vices give you line crisis
When I'm mic'ing who can rhyme like it
Know nigga a cold killer and get vibes like it
That cake will keep you niggas on side icing
You'll die fighting for cyphering in the wrong crowd
They'll plummet need tough stomachs and strong bowels
Was more love than a dog growl
That nigga could've used 3 or 4 vowels
Ain't no leveling with a war veteran
Tell that boy Iron, I'm the one he still don't want to meddle with
And tell that nigga Hollow come get his medicine