Tairrie B - BTCHCRVFT [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Now I’mma start some shit with this, it’s at a fever pitch
Cause there’s a backlash brewing and I’m the wicked witch
Cold kickin’ up dust just like a blizzard in black
Storm’s on the horizon to let you know I’m back
Shootin' my gifts, speakin' in riffs with my tongue
No sleep and the mind runs deep, I fear no one
So let the big black cloud come, feel my wrath
Immortalized in BTCHCRVFT!

[Chorus]
(BTCHCRVFT!)
You know the color, the Bitch is in black
(Must be a full moon)
(BTCHCRVFT!)
You know the color, the Bitch is in black
(Scaring motherfuckers)

[Verse 2]
All hail the supreme, beauty fiend, word-slinger
High priestess and motherfuckin' storm-bringer
Scarlet to the bone, Maiden, Mother and Crone
On a murderous return to the throne
No church, just conjuring words that hurt
Wolves howl, as I flow it slow verse to verse
Exalting the night
The keeper of the cauldron, scorchin’ and scaldin’ the mic
Invokin ruin and not a moment too soon
I’ll put your under my spell and make you bark at the moon
Until you walk with me along the left hand path
Immortalized in BTCHCRVFT!

[Chorus]
(BTCHCRVFT!)
You know the color, the Bitch is in black
(Must be a full moon)
(BTCHCRVFT!)
You know the color, the Bitch is in black
(Scaring motherfuckers)

[Bridge]
Takin’ bitches back to the past
(A magnum is a microphone, a magnum is a microphone)
(A magnum is a microphone, murdering emcees)
Yeah, lets do it

[Verse 3]
Steadily I approach a sucka strapped with my medley
Them not knowing I’m beautiful but deadly
Coincidentally I’m not that friendly
But tonight the spirits run through me readily
Feeling melancholy so I got nostalgic
And I can rock a topic philosophic
With a book of shadows and a black swan theory
Haunt your mind on a sentimental journey
Back in time to rise like a phoenix
From the ashes of a Comptown remix
The OG, Tairrie B. you know me
I’m not an urban myth, I’m history
Where I’ve been ain’t no mystery
And fuck the critics, I know ya missed me
You can’t burn this witch I’ll play ya
Turn myself into Mother Nature
Open up the skies with metaphors
And when it rains it pours
Thunderstorms and words galore
A lightening rod with pens for swords
Slayin’ demons with my vocal chords
An LA Woman just like The Doors described so pass the Whiskey
A magnum is a microphone murdering emcees
Still got the fire inside me
With a passionate heart to guide me
The name of the game is survival
I don’t cuss I swear on the fuckin’ Bible
The Villainess, ill-oquent in my scripture
Fist full of fury, piss and vinegar
When I’m done I’ll be the one they quote…

[Outro]
And that’s all she wrote