BAD45 - My Legacy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[1st Verse]
Three and half minutes blasting out your stereo
Forever lasting in your right hemisphere
Firmly connected with an everyday life scenario
Everytime you hear this, it’ll put you right back here
Everything you’re doing is now part of this rhythm
No details missing, every second you’re listening
Memorizing shit you don’t even notice at this instant
No figment, nah, you just experienced
Your first time travel, sir, no scientist in the world
Could explain it to you, how this shit works?
You just gotta feel it, man, there’s nothing to research
Sorry, Doc, but I don’t need a flux capacitor
So sit back, relax and let the magic work
Feel the track- let me take ya back to when it first occurred
Empty pad, I filled it up with words
This will be my legacy, yep, for better or worse
Get prepped for it, don’t slur your words
This’ll be out there when I’m long gone
Buried in my Sean John’s, mic in my palm, son
So I give it everything I’ve got and boy, I’ve got some
My God, I think I hit the spot, Tom; this could be my Top Gun

[Chorus (x2)]
Everytime I rhyme on a beat
I feel I’ve found what everybody seeks
I’m moving up by giant leaps
It all adds up to my legacy

[2nd Verse]
I’m from the kind of family labelled as fucked
Maybe ought to put a cable ‘round my neck, get on that table and hop off
Cos I’m not able to get off that destructive path I’m on
But, man I turned out stable so fuck off
Everybody’s telling me I’d be a screw up
But ab initio I knew I’d blew up
B.A.D. would be my legacy and all those maggots be
Envying me: the master of pun, this savage beast- versatile
You can’t put me in any category
Full commitment‘s mandatory to every success story
Once I got the blueprints, it’s as easy as tying ya shoestrings
I learned this shit can move things, make people’s mood swing
So I give it everything I’ve got and boy, I’ve got some
My God I think I hit the spot, Tom; this could be my Top Gun
Ya better go and cop one everytime I drop some
Best believe it’s gonna be a hot one

[Bridge (x2)]
I feel I’m breaking even
I think it stands to reason
Cos every day I’m breathing
I’m feeding my legacy

[3rd Verse]
They say I’m brusque, c’mon! I worked from dusk till dawn
So when I’m dust, long gone, you will not just move on
But play my song from the top of your list, The Walking Dead
Hum along, get the gist of the shit that I spread
See I want that uber-line to be stuck in your head
Call me Gruber, Simon; my rhyme‘ll mess with your head
I can’t help it, I feel compelled to it
Haterism sheltered, no need to be dealt with
Cos I ain’t got nothing but love for this art
Work hard to leave my mark like a supercharged
Build to last, appreciation with every part I record
I believe from the start fate willed me to rap
Nobody wants to be forgotten, being under the daisies, rotting
In a plain vanilla coffin like you was a nothing
I figure some people will mourn me when I go west, man
But once they go back to normal what’ll be left then?

[Chorus (x2)]