Small Town Crew - My Sick Flow' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

"You down for a sick flow?"

[Verse: L]
E-E-D 'W' in the front, T-H-C put the W-eed in the blunt
-T-H-E (thee) emcee speaking' peace off the front'
Of my soul's reflection; heart's cold reflection
Dissecting' the whole veins with no pain, a soul gains connection
Demonstrating my poetic profession, prophetic detention
Detaining my brain in a cage sprayin' me with pure inspection
Even the afterlife is impressed with how I collect depression
And switch it up, evolving into my mental protection
Using mixed swishers, helps me not to spit bitter
I'm not a rider i'm a Messiah spitting these sick scriptures
Im not a gangsta; dont hit nigga's or count rich figures
I just aim and hit bigger, success is this big trigger-
I click it if im on the wrong treble, I just add some bass in my life
Erase the hate in my life; "Be gone Devil!" My level is different
My level of sinning is equal to Sheen's level of "WINNING!"
My life is like the Bible, I'm the hip-hop disciple
I hit-off my rivals, I click-off the dial; I spit off arrival
Cause im innocent with intimate innocence, in-a-sec
I use to run like a boss, hustle and toss
But every gangster God gets hung on the cross
Speaking of the page's; my lyrics enter' in em'
Like a demon speaking an exorcism, there's no exit in em'
Just' a tight guy snorting white lines, nice lines'
That are so loaded, it's like a potion that fights crime
I'm not a 'cool' loser, I rule smoother
Chillin' with Casey playing around with his new looper
I'm a tool-bruiser, Marijuana fool-abuser
I got this dope worldplay so no, i'm not a school refuser
When I see the mic I grab it', practice - addict
When you battle me Im hitler, so go hide in your addic'
I don't have swag I have class, I fuck with teachers
You think you'll beat me in this game? While you stuck-to-bleachers
Im not afraid of death, I'll even fuck up the Reaper
With more cuts and blood then those bitches who Cut For Bieber
My lyrics appear out of thin air, point to your goal and begin there
Try to sin rare - meditate within prayers
Im like a doctor cause I'll drive by; slide by
Your blind-side, open your prime-mind and see your life glide by
And pursue without judgement, I'm new to a movement called loving;
I can't be pushing and shoving with this kush that im puffin
I can't be filled with envy or else I'm my very enemy
I'll have to fight my own instincts to develop empathy
Release my very energy; empty evil entities - outside
Till' im alive and I can reform my identity
Poetry within my heart, music's my art
My only family that will never be apart - from me
It projects harm-ony, so I dont need to pro-tect myself from harm-you-see
So destroy the armory; cause if you have a problem, you can keep on mobbin'
Cause your rhyme schemes by my means is used more than one of Cydnies condoms'



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