Billy Conahan - Open Mic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:

Observe the spots, connect the dots
Today could be the only one in stock
Manage to keep time like my mind is a watch
Analyze all the lies, through my eyes like a fox

Started from the bottom, quite aways from the top
Though I made what I got like a slave in a shop
I'm here to thrive, and no one's gonna tell me not
I'm all drive, but still amazing the lots

Cook up something mean without serving a rock
And with a dollar and a dream, I'm the cream of the crop
Guru said to watch your team could be scheming up plots
Till I send them on they way to grave in a box

It was they last stop, letting they ass rot
Under the trash lot, out to the stash spot
Light up some Sasquatch, call that cash crop
Ya know this man's hot, ya know yo man's not

I'm rocking shit like Amadeus till my hands pop
Cause these bitches cheer for players like they mascots
Till these sheeps turn to lamb chops
Weathering the storm until the sand stops

(Chorus)
It's open mic, open mic…
An Open mic, open mic
It's open mic, open mic…
An Open mic, open mic

Verse 2:

Welcome to the metropolis, I've gathered you here to conquer it
The students of the game, here to reign, no scholarship
When I rock jaws drop with astonishment
Headed to the top, destination approximate

Trying to get my name across the continent
Obtain a higher plain till this brain lose consciousness
I want happiness, I want acknowledgement
I want the hate mail, I want the complements

I want the fact that I practice to master chapters
To give half-assed, hap-hazard rappers less confidence
Whatever you thinking I think the opposite
Pick apart a rhythm with precision of my consonants

The fact is i'm no novice, i'm polished like Jackson Pollack
My poetry carves marbles into monuments
No stopping this I'm like stop and frisk
Dislocated your army while I pop in my disc

(Chorus)