Verb - Madman [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yeah
Some fire shit
I fuck with Al Miller for this one...right?
Hell yeah
Uh
Yo

Memory long term, short term, can’t remember
Scatter feathers of the birds; Rock the patent leather
Ladder match whenever, I'm going for the title
Quotin' from the bible like the 13th disciple
To my opinion I’m entitled
But they saying it’s a sin to worship my idols
And if that’s the case, then my mind is misplaced
How dare a motherfucker dare to lie to my face
Love is blind but it taste, solve the crime close the case
And never open it again, unless ya have ta
Spinning like the cube down on Astor
Master of my craft, much luck to whoever come after
Tears of laughter, my face never salty though
How I’m supposed to make it work when all I get is faulty hoes?
Coffee no, I rather wake up to the trees
& 212 is an island, so I’m livin' on the seas
Linen for the sheets, give it up, you'll get it back
Throw a kiss, I’ll send it back
& the rookie never plays til he finishes his laps
No cutting corners, fuckin New Yorkers
Wanna get past all these slow strutting foreigners
But can you blame us?
Commit the heinous on the mic, they uptight like something up the anus
An asshole, what an asshole
Let the grass grow
Fuck a calculator, I do the math in my dome
Voodoo tapped on the phone
Now my words are cursed, got you thinking of that
Smells like teen spirit, V the freak of the frat
V dreaming of this & V dreaming of that
And rap ain’t what it was, so I’m bringing it back
If you don’t like it, you don’t like it, I’ll be seeing the stacks either way
Make a short stop, play the way Jeter play
Street smart, I’m rhyming on the 4th
I'm just a young gun that climbed high up on his horse
Pineapple Express where Simon is my Saul
Get it? Yeah, I said it don’t forget it
I’m Kobe’s 82nd point, Jordan’s 7th ring
Can’t even count to 10, already on my 11th drink
11th Street, Flea Market plus Halal
RSVP your boy Verb plus a gal
Maybe a couple, maybe just trouble
Maybe my niggas leaving with a couple bloody knuckles
Cause I’m bustin' on the double & I hate to bust your bubble
But we all gon fall, the Towers done turn to rubble
Survival of the fittest, fit to fend for my life
Arrival of the illest, I descend from my flight
Flow so dark yet sent from the light
A little bit of this and that blended on the mic
I dribble through the different traps, depending on the night
I’m splendid and I’m bright, and I’m headed for the lights
I’m from the Big Apple, tempted to take a bite
But ain’t a badman, a madman, it ain’t black and white, nah

It ain't black & white, nah
Fuck you

Why you so angry?