Edgar Wyndham - I Be Researchin' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Edgar Wyndham]
I be researchin’, always laid up in the lab
With a giant stack of books and a half a weed bag
Give everything I have just to build in the lab
So I bang slang and I kill the gift to gab
Come back harder I’m the hardest around
So don’t try to play cuz you know that I’m down
And I get down cuz you know I got the funk
I could make beats and let ‘em bump in the trunk
And ain’t got a trunk but an elephant memory
Ya’ll ain’t MC’s, just chumps wit felonious tendencies
Dismissin’ MC’s, call it school at three
Ya must a missed ya lesson in master of ceremony
I learned from Killa Bees, ya drones without a queen
I’m still a king, if ya know what I mean
So nice, so nice, I could slice like a guillotine
And keep Spittin’ hot air ‘til I’m spittin’ steam

[Chorus: Edgar Wyndham]
Yea, yea, yea, ya know
I be, I be reeee...
I be, I be reeee...

[Verse 2: Edgar Wyndham]
I be researchin’ cuz I was born to invent
While ya’ll be stuck on that ol’ gangsta blueprint
Yelling indie as fuck before peeps at Def Jux
Cuz it was all about patches, spikes, a mohawk cut
I don't need street cred, I don't give a fuck
Cuz my rhymes is just straight cred enough
I could geek out and then dumb out in the cut
It’s like I just jumped right out the short bus
I'll give ya the real name, ya could come look me up
And I’ll show you why I don’t need to use no crutch
I don’t need to spit written rhymes, I spit off the mind
And I can see that your third eye is just blind
But ya’ll can still see that the way I do
Is the way that ya should do even if I’m rude
I just tell you that ya need to get some effin’ skill
Respect the microphone ‘stead of fessin’ who ya killed

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Edgar Wyndham]
I be researchin' cuz this the culmination
Of my efforts to awake y'all out this coma nation
A whole nation of youth, grown online
That’s a dope record, yo where’d you find?
Ah nah duke, found that shit on YouTube
Computer got plugged and I got that loop
I just have to say, holy shit that’s gay
If you ain’t got the record, then just don’t play
I earn myself some pay then I sit back and play
But mostly I work and I just work all night and day
Got flow that won't stop, keep comin’ for days
Like that time of the month in a woman's way
So ya prey on the culture, pickin’ like vultures
But really ya'll cheatin’ yourself like adulterers
Got no love for the tracks or love for the hip-hop
Ya just tryin’ to get cash and then rise to the top

But when will it stop...when will it stop...
When, when, when will it stop...
There's only so much room at the top
But you can't stop me
Cuz I'm the High E

[Chorus x2]

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