Razor - Dead Presidents 5 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Fuego, Leggo

Razor

[Verse 1: Razor]
Let me take it back to the
Hard hittin, bar spittin
Ready to ride like it's car driven
For from kidding, Imma get it

No I don't discriminate
If you want it, come and get it
Cuz I spit it how I live it
And I'm livid and I paint it

And it's vivid, no HD
Pussy niggas hate me
Cuz I prefer the dogs
My dogs to be exact, like precision

Cut the shit out like an incision, nigga
Actin niggas be "Wiz"in, nigga
So follow this brick road
Though it's tolled, and cars get towed

My shit poppin like Crisco
Early morning skillet flame
Been a renegade
Pin a grenade to my back

So when the back stabbers stabbing me
They'll get just what they want...
And blow up with me
Just like Whitley

And Dwayne Wayne
It's so insane how we all live in a
Different world
But share pain
Like T-Pain is contagious
Attack the beat so tenacious

I'm always a step ahead
Can't tango with me, hoe
Staring death in the face
It's feeling like my feet froze

Only death I'm ready to face
Is them dead fucking presidents
Hoe niggas paying rent?
Well I'm the permanent resident

You just not working out
Like a fat bitch, who say that she was
Born that way
Eat some fucking corn today

I can't take it You niggas fakin
I'm never shook, cuz I'm shakin
Any nigga that try and test me
Like an A.C.T or S.A.T

S.I.T
I gotta train you dogs to listen
And show you what ya bars are missin, AH

Summer's mine
The winter too
Ask Jigga
That's what winners do

If life's a bitch
Mine was born in June
Cuz she got me heating up
Like Tha Carter 2

But I'll always be Cold
Like Jermaine, who maintained his
Last name, after Hussein
Learned he sold cane

And he went into hiding
In the middle East
There he met Hiba
Who prepared a feast

On the Daley, no Richard
More like Pryor with bitches
And Sadie just want a baby
About them M's like she Haley

That's a tough pill to swallow
Like no water in the bottle
Waddle off the full throttle
And that's any day

Aye baby, would you love me...
If I was broke as a joke?
And the punchline, is in crunchtime
Niggas walk around for lunchtime?

Only thing in my pocket
Is a dollar and a dream
Them I started robbin niggas
Cuz I just want that C.R.E.A.M

I'm living in fear that thing will never
Be the same, who could you blame
For the cause of paranoia
Build you up, to destroy ya

I spring forward then I bounce
Back, like a chiropractic
Or a static addict in the attic
Clingin when I'm at it

Grab the big bat while I'm at it
Cuz I'm back, bitch
Back with an attitude
Doing what I want, cuz I feel like it's shit I gotta prove

You ain't gotta tell me it's my time
Nigga
Even the darkest hearts and souls got shine nigga