Toiryan - See You Soon [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]:
Trust me I'm the ending and the beginning
I already said I'll see you soon
Here's why

[Verse]:
I am a chronicle political
Cynical with a physical
Lyrical irresistible
Spiritual at the pinnacle
Hindering at the vocals
Venturing with the locals
Who's smarter with the words
Do we really need to go to
The pro tools show who's
Chopping at the miracles
Stand back nigga
I'll be glad to flip reciprocals
Preaching isn't necessary
Sessions never less as scary
Bitches in my phone
Like they dialing up a vetinary
Ask for your health
I'm cold and hot for reasons
Southern accent
Never matches with the season
Latches to your breathing
Laughing when you leaving
Competition rarely got a heart
To believe in
I'm opening with murder
And ending with this weapon
This city that I'm reppin'
Assault with a session
We holding all the dominance
I'm folding all the competence
Show me who all trying to diss
Niggas couldn't comply to this
Character development
Made you a little relevant
Like clowns when the circus
Need a prop for its' elephants
Meaning your nuts
If you step up to challenge me
Figured I'm a star
Nigga learn some astrology
No apology
Bitch I'm not in cosmetology
To make up with the same
Little bitches who look down on me
Beginning of the rifle
We finished with the cycle
I'm just getting started
With a thriller no Michael
These niggas portion themselves
To be my main target
While I get more fans
Than a Sears market
You steady making all these disses
To my stage presence
Angels listen to this track
While I page heaven
And tell their god
His creation's got a malfunction
Sparks surging through his style
With the wrong junction
Yeah See You Soon
Bitch it's the Genesis
Check any bible
It starts as a reminisce
Rappers take it as a diss
Ima rise to the dawn
What pregnant hoe want to come
With the first response
This is direct
To any nigga not feeling this
Paralyzed bodies
Never seemed so feminine
Sweet little bitches
All steady talking intimate
God should've made you with a rib
Not cinnamon
And I got bars for a reason
It ain't nothing new
I speak fantasies
That women all rocking to
Staircase to heaven
When the staircase is spiral
Cause fucking with my style
Is a little more viral
Never overthinking
Only understepping boundaries
A world full of bitches
Not an underdog around me
These niggas want fame and disaster
I want chaining opportunity
To bitch slap a slave master
Leave him on the grave after
Bury the shovel
Close the casket with his tombstone
Broken to rubble
You calling me out
I'm a stake I shove to you
You niggas lack class
No need to find a substitute
We walk different on the same tempo
Maybe copying my rhythm is your main mento
Who told you copying my style
Was the right move
A dark mouth isn't made
To bring the light too
And we play Russian Roulette
With this rap game
And see who coward out first
That's who lack fame
And I was made for this beat
I don't need a memo
The main song in this light
These other dudes are demos
I swear I can go in forever
Put me on the scale
I carry weight with whoever
Bitch