Tyler James Williams - Around the block [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Phantom come alive in the night time
I spit free styles, I don’t have to write rhymes
Flow unrehearsed, I spit a killer verse
When it comes to your rhymes
Eh they’re the worst
Your flow’s sloppy
Punchlines? brush them off me
Yeah I’m so cocky no way you could stop me
Swag through the roof, believe that’s the truth
How’d I know that? Yo, I’m living proof
I just do what I do when I’m in the booth
I’ve got a finer chick, hotter whip, sicker crew
Ooh, you just got lyrically smacked
Better think twice before you try to clap back

Yo, why you got to get up in my face like an air bag
Ooh your breath’s bad, you need to step back
In fact forget that, you need some gum jack
Plus a stylist cause you got no swag
DJ say you wa-wa-wa-wack
You wouldn’t have rhymes if you stole my notepad
And you can quote that, put it on a blog
So everyone can read it, i’ve never been defeated
Freestylin' is a competition sport and Rev is king, why’s this fool on my court
It’s not a battle, it’s more like a roast
Rapper white sheet I turn phantom to a ghost
And it’s like that, one time for your mind, Revelation with the rhymes