Average Ju - Nu Nu [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Average Ju]
I'm spitting this, with no wisdom teeth
So this knowledge coming out will be kinda brief
Holy word, the flows written in the Quran
Geeky kid, Ju getting head while playing tron
Lately it seems I've grown more to care less
But I don't want to fade away and lose my relevance
I've always been zany, a little far from crazy
Rap is just another hobby
Until it pays me
Writing like a prophet; what I spit: Leviticus
Seems like to me I'm my only nemesis
It's my training day A.K. extend o
I whack hoes like Kendo; Let me stop like an Endo
On a pedestal, high like my ego
They thought Average Ju was impossible like Shego
Wyx. Watson, the bandit, and an Average guy.
Our ambitions like Shenron just let us fly
So when I die, Game Stop is where you bury me
I hope you're listening to my moment of clarity

[Verse 2: Cucho Bandito]
This that A-bomb, Hiroshima Nagasaki
Flow leaves destruction, Tohoku tsunami
And when the waves hit, I’ll be wasted
Face it, this content complex, evolved from basic
I’m spirited away, now you see my tastes bitch
Third eye wide, other rappers face-less
Been slept on, now I’m giving bitches sedatives
It takes time to grow, and time is relative
Definite that all this energy I spit is positive
On a straight path, yet dudes think I’m closeted
But hoes don’t, tengo mas a ocho
Lyrical Spanglish, spit that beat hot like coco
Oh no he’s gone, back to simple similes
Rewind my tracks back, and you hear the angels breeze
So dope I taught these trees to speak
Break bars with ease, so now Kid Buu's been released
Fresh in the open air, my shine a potent glare
Blinding, and rhyming revolution call me Robespierre
My pencil, my sword, both made out of lead
Fly like a bird fucked up with what the homo sapiens said
And I’ll keep spitting indie, till the radios deaf
Get dome so electric, call it radio head

[Verse 3: Wyx Watson]
We all got ambitions, I'm calling mine a manifest
I'd rather pass a test of life then really pass a fist
I can't be average, subconsciously thinking rap was an accident
I asked myself what I plan to achieve after this (Tuh)
My destination isn't physical, part of my dreams are pleasant
The other half is too cynical
It isn't difficult rocking it like a mineral
But finding inspiration at the pinnacle
Will be
Will Watson make it?
We'll see
Will Wyx quit?
We'll see
If I leave my friends to chase my dreams
Will you miss me?
Constantly being compare to everyone
All these comparisons can hop off my dick
And go kiss my left nut
What happened to being original and standing out?
I'm on the podium, expressing my dreams like the King now
I ain't talking Elvis, I'm talking Martin
Will my Gina appear when the money starts to get brought in?
I hope one day, I hope they finally get to know me
They want me to pay attention; glad it isn't alimony
Can't be someone who never amounts to nothing
As much as I hate failure, God dammit I truly love it
I'm too much of a go-getter, I go above it
This my show-and-tell, now let me show you something