Tier On3 - Killa (Feat. Statik) [Prod. Valentine] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro-
Uhhhhhhhh
This feeling
It’s uhhh
It’s hard to describe
But to simplify it
It feels
Killerish

Verse 1- (Tier On3)
I’m on cloud nine with deadly pencils
Don't test my intellectual levels
I'm strapping on to my godly vessel
Dont loan to an ineffectual devils

Foot to the peddle bass up the treble
Yelling fuck the industry like I’m a rebel
A fan base is what I want to assemble
Churning from the central burning up essentials

It unfair to be this rare
And not have a seat inside the chair
God'll save you from the lair
But free will is in his ways of a prayer

Adam and eve rebirth out my pair
Poor out the gutter with my white skin bare
Maybe it was the sin of having an affair
My old tactics dead and gone in the fogs glare

Let me turn it down a bit
You don't know what I pound and spit
Bullets in you like round of bricks
It whips you up like a brown upped

No sand up in my hourglass
And they haven't called me back
I’ll cruise over there and blast
And murder everybody's mass

I don't give a facking fack
With a holed plate with no specs of caps
Press the red button to loop it back
Record the track and change my style back

To a train filled snakes and bats
Time to get lethal and make the trap
I’m falling into all the strange
F mainstream i'm never going back

Chorus 1-
Don't try to bust ya lead I’ll end up shooting at ya head
Cuz Ima
Killa
Killa
Killa
Muthafucka I'm a killer
Rip your heart outa ya chest and give it to a nomed
Ima
Killa
Killa
Killa
Muthafucka I'm a killer
I came to break necks resist your bitch gon get
Cuz Ima
Killa
Killa
Killa
Muthafucka I'm a killer
Why can't there be a reason you end up dead with nothing left
Cuz ima
Killa
Killa
Killa
Muthafucka I'm a killer

Verse 2- (Tier On3)
I kill what I touch
My eyes severely closed shut
For many unknown reasons but
Lies are in my credence cup

As long as your breathing is stuck
My lyrics are versatile to the luck
And yours is archaic with every bud
Write your name while I’m bleeding out my blood

My misfortune is made by a keeling son
My lungs are taking a Beating from
Cold air that I be breathing up
(cold air that I be breathing up)

Devil with a jesus piece he's deceiving us
My seepage is slowly seeping gup
Through the cracks of adhesion lumps
Drive by with metallic guns and drums

(Statik)
Coming in like a killer
Feeling like I'm part of a thriller
You know that i'm the illest
Gotta check up on my kill list

Now I'm just debating
Trying to deal with hating
Trying to push away from satan
Now I'm just saying

Statements
Always making payments
Gotta believe in patience
People come from different nations

Now I'm just wondering
People always pondering
What you think I'm dead
Making speakers bloody red

Chorus 2-


Verse 3- (Tier On3)
My description shown on screen
Put me in white and black jeans
Tortured with repeated screams
One of a kind never to be seen

Put away in deleted scene
Regarding this striding time scheme
Im no longer a king I'm a fucking god of war
Ares with the weapons tier a juana with the sword

I’m a put you down laying lifeless
I got reason you got no skills to fight this
You chickened out of frightness
And now your soul is owned to the black heinous
Of the red underground brightness
Go back with an hourglass full of pyrex

Chorus 3-


Verse 4- (Tier On3)
Baptizing as I'm splicing and dicing molecules in my rising
Ionizing dyeing my soul white for the reviving
Dark and lonely souls live inside of me
Giving up to me my all of god's sighting

All there is a black lighting
Hovering over like a bloodshot cloud
Dripping blood onto my writings
I'm a seraph out of Lucifer's plying

You gotta trust me man I swear I'm trying
I write at 345 degrees
Call it paper stripping trees
I distorts as the clock is ticking 3

I don’t got a lot of time left so I rhyme tech
Your on my hit list when I go to write checks
And I’m making beats with my wife dead