DeJuan Whaley - Naked Truth [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced By. Serious]

[Verse 1]
Verbal assassin attacking the instrumental
Every thought expressed from my mental is monumental
Through compositions the competition
Resulting in decomposition
Mortician giving condolences to your family
Cause of death was my proficiency in similes
Music Crave Entertainment taking the throne
All I see in this industry assembly of clones
Catalogued in a league of my own
Limited bracket since all the lyricist vanished
Seniorita that’s spanish touching me like a tablet
Just getting started like kindergarten or appetizers
At our lowest the potent dolja the stabilizer
Words are worthless if through your verses you lying
It’s simple as rocket science
Only way to connect to the people is if you honest
Like Abraham, offer melodies as a lamb
We’ll leave the rest into God’s hands

[Verse 2]
Annihilate you entirely with my diaries
You peasants are comedy
Bet I crumble your colony
With a flick of a pen
Might as well not attempt
Mediocre effort how could you ever contend
Unimpressed with your efforts to make a record
Fortune cookie told me my wisdom truly a treasure
Letter to my competitors, shop lifting your listeners
Removing foes out the perimeter like an editor
Adolf Hitler had a million followers
Jesus had 12 comprehend my logic
Masses gravitate to wicked rather than the prophets
Just a little food for thought scholar speaking knowledge
Watered down material flooding into the market
Their interest is in their pockets so they dumbing the product
But nothing is ever promised
Forgotten papers an object
Damon Dash better yet Steven Baldwin

[Verse 3]
Rookie season performing like Robert Griffin
Lyrical technician most valuable acquisition, Listen
It looks to me that the industry focused on sales all about popularity
Rather than the talent, is this what you call a challenge
Yawl don’t hear me tho should I speak another language
Defeating me would be a figment of imagination
Patiently waiting eliminating the duplications
All I hear is same song different instrumental
To Hip Hop your contribution is detrimental
Oh’ since your rich than that makes you a spitter?
You telling me that Bill Gates raps better than Jigga?
Go figure, this melody is my thriller
Tell the Naked Truth and the artificial are bitter
Your image is a gimmick
Couldn’t last a half of a minute in my exhibit
Pass the microphone to a real spitter
You know you finished