The Killbots - Filter My Blood [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[INTRO]

[Verse 1: Man E Faces]
Just give me a reason to come with a killing
Decapitate demons in under a minute
Make something from nothing, You better get running
I'm hunting the villain with feelings
Of peeling your face back, you hate that
My skill is a number you can't add
I'm so glad, I'm spitting this venom won't hold back
I give a cold that, no remedy curing it fast acts
I break backs, and infinite flow when I stack tracks
Then I hit that, and sip 'yac
My head in the cloud when I rip fat
Spit it so fast, I'm giving you reason to fall back
Better trust that, I war in the ruins it's all bad
A soldier with numbers at full mass
Giving you hits that, bringing you whiplash
Feeling Ima hit that, intense rap I scrap with whack rappers
Slay master, juke faster, up with the feeling the voke blaster
Body and numbers I stack faster, holy with meaning the rap pastor
Music rapture, happen to be the best
At everything that I'm fulfilling I'm in it diminishing
Pouring the remedy it's an anomaly money monopoly
Bringing the prophecy living the happening
Happily dropping 'em off at the wannabe rappers
Anonymous club for them bitches and haters
I roll with players that's vicious as slayer
Be bumping that classical music when they done a killin'
To filter the blood that's rising up don't give a..
That's my, mentality having me grabbing the mic no apology
All of me having the hate to make you want to break down...
And realize I'm great....

[Hook]
Face me now you face your fate...
Face me now you face your fate...
Face me now you face your fate...
Face me now, face me now

[Verse 2: Man E Faces]
I'm always staying on point yeah, everything I do man
Ain't no real effort, natural with my kill fam
Roll another joint, because I'm feeling pretty grounded
I'd rather be yosted on a cloud where my sound hit
Hands tend to point, yelling here comes our hero
I ain't no number two, we the one, you a zero
I'm always on point saying clutch on my game
Headshot, mental bullet I don't even have to aim
Can't stop with this bot
Got skill when I rock when the women all want what I got
Cuz I'm hot on spot, what I'm feeling might drop
When your brain get popped, clean it up with a mop
When I'm up on top only room for one spot
Killbots rock slots so hyphy we down
We the movement to the sound, you the lost we the found
Can I buy a noun? Because my verb on point
And I'm always on strike, what I write might light
Like stars in the night, get me swinging finna fight
On a mic click like so tight Ima knight
And what it do, who are you, I'm seeing two
Go and tell Juke that I'm on that flu
After finished spitting fill your draws with poo
Only the best flow with my crew
Crying ass hater you boo hoo, excuse me
I'm the pimp with a fire amuse me
Matter fact I prefer you use me
Ain't nothing more to it you a groupie
I knew we'd get it poppin' I'm a true G believe me
Last thing you want to do is face me, I'm crazy

[Hook]
Face me now you face your fate...
Face me now you face your fate...
Face me now you face your fate...
Face me now, face me now