Brian J. Lucas - Saturday Night Live [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
"You should rap like Drake or maybe even Kendrick
You should get some passion when you go to spit it
You should rap like Mac Miller or Wiz maybe get your fans lifted
You should rap like biggie it's no biggie big pun intended

You should play guitar and sing some songs on your mixtapes
You should call Moriah ask her ass for a fifth date
You should make the beats that you rappin on like Kanye
Or have the greatest music vid of all time like Beyoncé

You should rap that hood shit like Eazy E, Ice Cube and Pun
You should rap like 2Pac. California Love
You should rap like you the fuckin king of this underground
You got it now pimp see you be up on these beats like bun

You should rap like Cole, cole summer go dumber"
Hold up youngin. No more of opinions of irrelevants
Imma spit this music imma rap these verses
Imma make these beats and sell out all these stages I'll make it trust me I'm heaven sent

Imma rap a mountain for you niggas to climb
Ayo that nigga got Ambition like Wale in his prime
If I rap it imma write it if I write it imma rap it
I'm an addict, man this shit is cocaine when I'm at it

Never tragic like I thought it would shit is automatic
I'm attractive like you thought I was animated magnet
Boy I'm at it now you shakin no control
At all and you breathless out this bitch epileptic asthmatic

"Nigga nobody knows you
You rap lame. All the bullshit that you read controls you
You wish a nigga would like you gathered balls with Goku
And got fake beef like tofu"

"One things for sure... Lucas you a bad nigga
Graduated anticipated. You A class skipper"
Fuck the fame if groupies are in my lane
My nigga I'm stickin with my local love cuz her ass thicker

Johnny Kapahala flow that's a rad nigga
So no longer will I let you niggas get to me
You Richard Pryor at best you gotta be kidding me
I think the Professor put Chemical X in my Hennessy

So sugar please won't you get up in my spice
And by the end of the night you feelin everything nice...
Let me stop it. Trust me nigga I got it
Everything we do is for a profit

Music in my veins boy it's gotta be right
These Haters tryna turn out my light
But imma stay sketchin on these niggas
Like live from gate city boy it's Saturday night

So instead of judgin the niggas
For never beat killin, just listen to the lyrics
And maybe then, you would graduate less dumber
Nigga my flows dumber. Get ready for a Lucid summer, nigga ah!