Built To Write - Make Marks [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: All]
We're the illustrate with action type
Make shit happen and we're out of sight
Some nights, I see the future pulling
Gets a little deep and you might lose your footing
Stay sharp. Take shots. Make Marks. We keep it moving

[Verse 1: Face Valyou]
Leave ink stains and make things change. Expand a kid's brain
Think strange, but a Jersey state of mind is still sane
Signature slang. Practically from a whole other galaxy
Fuck yeah we build bangers. Who you asking? Me?
Want every song to be a masterpiece, that's a given
Shit isn't top shelf, believe that it's not felt
Make a winning hand with whatever I'm dealt
Do it for the love and the money. Why else?
Trained to stay sharp and make marks
It might not be displayed on the charts
But gets you pumped like a vein in your heart
Release adrenaline. Street creatures beneath your exoskeleton
With meaning deeper than Face Valyou's ever been
Double impact, the catalog is also an audio biography
Possibly last longer than pottery
That's my word! Preserved on a beat. Don't stop or sleep
Drop science that's timeless. It can't ever be obsolete

[Hook: Repeat x 2]

[Verse 2: Inqwesson]
I never gave a 'what'! (what!) So you can hate my guts
Still couldn't say enough to refute the dues that I've payed in blood
And when the angels come to get me in the fatal sleep
I won't have to make-believe my dreams when the day is done
Better stay aware in world that's perilous
Before I wake up tomorrow like "Who's nightmare is this?"
Soon as that pen sparks, eyes stay sharp
Razor engraves to make marks, larger than craters seen from spaceships
'Cuz a'int shit changed but the language
Or rather, I didn't dumb it down, for personal entertainment
I'm versatile. Educated. With verses that work the angles
You can see it in my cypher. It's even more than you came with
Found this craft in the eighties, and I've practiced it daily
Haven't mastered it yet, but bet I'll get back at you baby
I put thought in the cadence then I put time in the lyrics
Now every mark that I'm making is redefining my spirit

[Hook: Repeat x 2]

[Verse 3: Doc Science]
We were born to do it, illustrate with music
Dedicated like a teacher to his craft. I'm his favorite student
Long hours, hard work, our fates would intertwine
Three brothers, two birthdays, and only one sign
The stars have aligned.Transcend space-time
Make marks. Stay sharp. Write great lines
From the heart, son, play your part and everything shines
While we rotate routines. Fuck. Eat. Rhyme. In succession
And those sweet dreams come alive like Inception
In knee-deep regions of the mind. Half-stepping's
Not a reasonable reply to the question
Of "What's next, yo?" Need a miracle or grind
I chose the latter because I'm spiritually fine
And that matters because success isn't easily defined
My fifteen minutes started recently to rise
Engraven chapters, can you read between the lines?

[Hook: Repeat x 2]

[Outro]