STaTiiX - Life [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

I'll cock the llama for your chains ASAP, I'ma fuckin' problem
Got you cookin' under pressure like the Boston Bombing
I'm ducking sirens, snuffin' coppas, plucking wallets
And multiplying my profits like I'm cloning Nostradamus
Got your crew jumping ship like Somali Pirates
Plus a blunt of chronic got me on autopilot
So place a bet the way I lace the tracks'll make em fret
I'm so fly that I could break the necks of Space Cadets
My tongue's a loaded K and my brain is the bayonette
You a lil bitch claiming sets with tainted rep
I battle prohibition by growing dro in the kitchen
Smoking spliifs and blowing o's while your bitch is doing my dishes
You mothafuckas never seen a bigger threat
I'll puff the killa then I'll give ya the kiss of death
These piles of faggots getting smoked like a cigarette
Get ya system wrecked for acting sweeter than vinaigrette
Or get ya little neck twisted off and ripped to shreds
Got bigger scissors than clifford to leave you bitches red
It's a fact, my mindset is hazed
Tryna rhyme while I'm sticking IV's in my veins
Ivy League runner, marathon, finish lines of 'caine
Think you run shit, I'll beat you with a prosthetic leg
Napoleonic complex, get to ripping your bones apart
Just to prove that you fools is more worthless than a voter's card
And politics is quite the dirt to get off
Fuck the left and right wings, I'll bite the birdy's head off
Then I'll get a room full of bitches, give em dead jaw
And treat them V's nastier than Kreayshawn, c'mon

[hook]


[verse 2]

Straying away from society's paradigm
Yet I somehow stay flyer than the seraphim
And cherubim, sipping on the syrup then
I hop into my chariot and sniff a line of fairy dust
This Maryland Terrapin tearin' your cherries up
It's in my blood like the heroin out of the paraphernalia
Flow buttery, y'all motherfuckers Parkay
Satan tried to buy my soul, I said "I'd rather parlay"
Played my cards right so I took his scorching kingdom
Released the tortured victims then I ordered hoardes of minions
To take up their swords and wield em, and join me in the killing
Now we warring on the industry in the form of these mortals spittin'
Underground is rising and we forming a militia
With the kind of lyrics that destroy a normal listener
Decoys deployed to trick ya while they're forcing their agenda
But we'll keep on spittin' venomous and poisoning the mixture
And yet it seems like everybody's hating me
Can't even get a bitch to go down on her hands and knees
My last relationship, it sucked and ended fatally
I strapped an acid tab to my cock and fucked her anally
A wicked bastard in the booth like Ticket Master
I got it locked like I switched your password
Flip the switch, I'm zippin' past ya, clinically sick with grammar
You bitches wanna hinder my position, picket faster
I'm the pro-bowler, dro-roller, lone soldier
Giving cold shoulders to the world as I blow doja
Smoke a potent dutch, society of snakes
Throw em in a Cobra Clutch and clutch Cobras, uh

[hook]


[verse 3]

I'ma profit-maker, got my doppelganger selling pot to strangers
Hip-hop's savior, the holy flow'll rock your manger
When I drop a banger it's positive that your squad's in danger
Rock an ox razor, that's just how my mama raised me...
Oh wait, she didn't, I'm a product of the system
Been in and out of them courthouses ever since an infant
And my father didn't bother, not a shocker for this misfit
I'm like "Fuck the problems, homie I'll just keep a spliff lit"
About my business, but I'm bad company
Suckerfree, chill, puff a tree, real motherfuckers
Fuck with me, still, I eat pills then I
Burn the house down, get fucked up, and rebuild

[Hook]