ANTHM - Vultures [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Is it still about the music?
Tell me just how you use it
Being someone who views it as something more than amusement
I find it confusing
How they complain about the skill
Talk about struggle rappers
But they ain't about the real
And be the same dudes
Posting gossip for the page views
Claim to love the culture but never explore the debuts
Zero to sixty now it's rave reviews
'Cuz that rapper that they shitted on got cosigned and made the news
They legit try to flip
On some dick-rider shit
Misguided critics just trying to sit
With the in crowd
Whatever's buzzing they gon' spin loud
Never form opinions, regurgitate what they been 'round
Quick to anoint, saying they like the joint
Whether or not it's nice is really besides the point
It's the arrogance
Looking at artists like they taking space
Self-proclaimed taste-makers, but I can make the case
That they two peas in a pod
The reason is odd
Those who starve for attention then believe the facade
That they betray
I'm staying above the fray
Put my heart in my art in my rugged beloved way

[Hook]
You ain't about the music
You 'bout that bullshit
I could do without that bullshit
I could do without that bullshit
I see right through it
Ain't nothing to it
(2x)

[Verse 2]
They be like why you so defensive?
Why so introspective and pensive?
Building a fence as if the genre's offensive
Nah, spotting trends, we see them through different lenses
Shit be killing my vibe, motherfuck the forensics
Like what you like, nigga hype what you hype
Provided that shit that you fight for you rightfully like
Who's got a mind of their own?
Who ain't defined as a clone?
Who don't be switching up opinions that they privately own?
Bueller
Now wait a minute
This ain't a genre that hate invented
We paving a lane, getting creative in it
Feel like a native in it
And in my day-to-day, I practice not giving a fuck
I ain't afraid to say
What's exactly on my mind
That's exactly why I rhyme
If I stop, you better ask me why I'm lying
I go to the grave with a clenched fist
Holding my tenth disk
Spitting that diplomat shit
I really meant this

[Hook]