Cyto. - Variety Show [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Sorry, I’m a problem to crackers
Kerouwac scat cause these beat-backed rappers
Laughin’ at my vocab and vocations
But same as Jonwayne, I wasn't speakin’ to a layman
I’m speaking for the hungry
Grime seeping out of Muncie
The fun, see, is flipping beats and stealing seats, you missing cred
I just thought this shit would grant a gift and hit a fan instead
Sorry, I’ve risen from the ashes
I’m Hell-bent, heaven-sent, born and bred an accident
Cashin’ in, I’m riddled by a checklist
Enemies spittin' for this pyrite necklace
Reckless, I'm hecklin’, about to reimburse
A fat-faced, fast-paced cat going feet first
Cyto, the Soul’s in these verses
Just ignore the words, man, you know this shit worthless

[Verse 2: Toddy L'kaim]

[Verse 3: HDTHAKING]

[Verse 4: Mistah Adams]
Chicago, from the suburbs, represent
Our town Muncie, from Mundelein descent
See these kids working hard to get their degrees
I’m just working hard to be an emcee
But I digress, then I progress
All I can do when my future is on the fence
Still I’m sick of putting up with all the nonsense
People judge me by my cover, not by my contents
Haters and naysayers can be endured, flip 'em the bird
My lyrics can’t be unheard, talent’s been unearthed
Dream of walking on stage
Theatre of the absurd, music assuage
I’ll engender a veneration for hip hop
Restart the respiration in this genre like bebop
Y’all acting like the beat dropped, you’re heartbeat dropped
Declaration of a brand new epoch

[Verse 5]
Cyto still sliding into first base racing
'Til Ye and Jay know me on a first name basis
Face it, I’m armed and he tasteless
Vigilante sound, underground like the mason
I’m caged in, but I’m ready to conquer
The meek inherit worlds, but for now it’s just some dollars
Caged in but I’m ready to conquer
My goal‘s an encore, just enjoying the come-up
Uh, praise to the peaks
Still stuck in this ravine, still jumping over creeks
Hell, a summit, I’ve been ready to go
So I’ve been summoned to show the whole world my sly flow
That’s Cyto, insightful, and that soulful, and that mindful
And that mind grown, and your mind blown, I’ll fight for this high road
And I live for this lotto, and I thrive for this lifeblood
I'm right on, I'll write on, this rap shit, my time comes