T.R@bb - Another Rapper Dead [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]x10
I read the daily news
Another rapper dead

[Verse 1: T.R@bb]
My nigga was that you
Disrespecting the huddle with written verses
Breaking the cypher circle
[?] from many hearses
Like I don't, write in coroner's cursive nigga
So off top I'm nearly perfect
My brain waves are tidal
Make a pirate ship nervous
Electric [?]
So you know I'm surging through it
No [?] can do it
Leave a vocal booth in ruins
Put you through a cuban link chain noose
And you'll hang like Cooper
In the North, with some shooters
Arching the Ruger
Bullet shells land on the cement
By our cemetery
Swinging [?] like Cuba
You should've stayed in the car
Got that work, bar for bar
Breathe easy nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Thelonius Gawd]
All these rapper's got is fucking money on they minds
Well I'll put bread on they heads, another rapper dead
North town danger zone, we don't talk to fuzz
Ask about me, all a nigga got is clout
Street cred, lyrical
Intellectual thug, spawning miracles
Mirrors that resemble the creators, I ain't spiritual
In fact, I'm rolling up dope on paper that's biblical
Just to get closer to the fragrance of his pinnacles
Causing, mass disaster
I thought slavery was over
Rappers getting signed to labels now and refer to master
Fuck it, I graduated from the block and got my master's
Creating master plans on you fucking bastards
By any means

[Hook]

[Beat Change]

[Verse 3: T.R@bb]
Waves under my crown
Everything is profound
These lines over head like the halos on angels in Heaven
Flow tight like the lies from a reverend
With enough hustle to move a white mound
A black panther with a mic in the crowd
Going ham like my moms in the crowd
These wings on my feet would make Hermes smile
North niggas slapping that Payback, sold out
I feel like Zeus' lightning bolt, amping the sound
I switch my flow
I'm lapping them now
I master pitch, I should rap on the mound
A's fitted, hit switch
Homerun, I toss back
Let that stick fly
I don't play quidditch
Aww shit, it's Rabb Guinness
The world record holdin'
Still blue coupe rollin'
I try so hard not to be selfish
Now I'm shooting if I'm open
You can't deny it when you chosen
So motion, I praise the dope
And see that I'm potent
I'm floating cause even overseas they know it
Show love to the states, just filled with roses
I'm the coldest

[Bridge]
How else could I say it?
How else could I say it?
How else could I say it?
I'm dead to the head (I'm dead to the head)
How else could I say it? (I'm dead to the head)
How else could I say it? (I'm dead to the head)
How else could I say it? (I'm dead to the head)
I'm dead to the head

[Outro]x3
[?] said pour lean in the pitch
Have a photoshoot, lames trying lean in the pic
Bro said to make a hit, you gotta lean with the pitch
[?] in solitary, I can't even come visit