(alex)Slander - Concrete [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

So I'm a concrete griot with a demigod complex
Rejected by these heavens
The abortion of a goddess
I'm stomping on these fingers all the way up to the top
And I ain't gonna fucking stop until I'm a god to these potheads
Accomplished like a father taking pride in his creation
A nations population dominated by paper faces
Patience child, grace comes to those who wait
Instead you got popped by dead cops hopping hells gates (Wait!)

I won't apologize for hating on your ways
I'm throwing rocks all day because my house is made of cellophane
Wakin' and I'm bakin'
Entertaining Satan
Stomping on the faces of the kids who said I'd never make it
Face it! I basically get paid to get baked
Hanging in my basement making music for the haters
The next time you think about calling me a fake
I hope you trip over my paycheck as you walk up in that bank (bitch!)

Because I'm back on my grind
Not talking about the core
Got a degree in the intensity and I don't need it anymore
Mustering all my energy to bust a foot through the door
With a list of wishes screaming "down on the fucking floor!"
I got a little tispy swimming through this sea of whiskey
I'm switching skin and stitches with a switchblade
If you piss me off the band wagon
Got sick of these fans braggin'
Like their every action matters, but who the fuck was askin'?

You're dragging with the passion
Fashion's fucking absent
Rapping like you've actually got cash in hand
For the ugly fans who come out and be actin'
Like your shit's grade A
But it's barely passing
Nah! I'll make a grown fucking man cry
Cause I don't gotta be polite when I know that I'm right
Do I?
So I suggest you put down that mic
And let me show these good people what real hip hop sounds like

By now I've got them racing their way through this man-made rat race
Of unpaved misery, malaise, and mind games
My name will leave you curb-stomping in the driveway
And higher than Miley Cyrus on her mother fucking birthday
Word play
Like it's my way or the highway
Caught these snakes trying to slide by with a fake and I said "Nay!"
Because it takes real skills to levitate up to that level I have settled
Check my name and face disheveled

AlexSlander the great
Hailed the best is what I aim for
When I step to that stage floor they get what they paid for
I'm spitting dirt words like a claymore for earthworms
Replacing the basics with an undisputed first term
So first learn that your words will get you burnt
So be more concerned when it's your turn to spit the verse
Cause Slander's got answers to feed those hungry rap amateur
Who stripping every bone I pick like ravenous raptors

Can't we just act like some grown fucking men
Instead of pushing the envelope until it rips and it bends
Releasing a stream of pretentious dickheads
With relentless offenses
Getting defensive at the end of every sentence
Like "can you please not use the word "faggot'"
Hey man, I wasn't trying to be rude, but was I asking you?
No! I don't give a fuck about your thoughts
And if I did, I wouldn't be sitting here drowning out your talk

Because I'm finally thinking I'm kind of addicted
To condescending your kind of thinking
I'm sinking and spinning and secretly wishing
That I could escape from this tunnel of vision
I'm climbing up over the heads of the peasants
To get a better view of the heaven I'm promised
If I could just escape from hell into the present
So whenever I return home to my throne
Gather around the round table to sit and hear me spit my fables
And if the pressure's overwhelming
You can just leave, bitch
Because Imma show you what it means to be undefeated