Eidrien - Hope 2 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
We should be one
And never, never, never apart
The thought of me losing you to someone else
It breaks my heart
Ayo, man
Lalo, I got these motherfuckers, you know what I'm saying?
Oh, don't blame me, baby
I'm not to blame
Ayo, this is Reality Check, y'all!
This one's for Hip-Hop, you know what I'm saying?
Vrawn Anger up in this bitch
Damn! Cause I need it
Here I go!

[Verse 1]
Catch me performing simple and plain
Or live in the main street with a band
Like 3 Stacks, my hand in the sands
Sinatra sings
Put a crowd together
Turn up the sound two levels, fam
I wanna prove 'em clear and loud what I'm about
I'm bringing something better than
Those who treated a man like he was hella little
Cause he from the generation of degeneration
Now suck it cause because of y'all fault
We all facing a recession to the Great Depression
There might be a couple of exceptions
They might be capable mentors
But these other busters
Taking out the soul of the saviors like a dementor
The most elegant trash, I don't you to this shaking your ass
You can be in your crib playing this while holding a champagne glass
I don't need a verse of Damiak's, corny voices in the backstreet
In the stage hard sampling, fuck Mercy
This headache what you should be asking
Get back to main competition of being the darkest hippy
I see men moving their hips 'n wearing t-shirts
Showing all their nipples, all like bitches
Fucking hipsters, word lost the real meaning
Take eighty nine one coke, I hope you get your wackness choked
And you start being dope

[Bridge (x2)]
Stay Hip-Hop, stay
Stay Hip-Hop, stay
Give Hip-Hop, give
Give Hip-Hop, give

[Hook (Eidrien)]
Hip-Hop
It will never die
Hip-Hop will never die
(It will never die, y'all!)

[Verse 2]
Uh, second verse
This when I ride rough in the same conversation from before
Long story short, I finna kick it with these Converse Taylors
I might need a verse from DMX
Since I'm tryna save Hip-Hop from hell, it ain't hard to tell
I don't need to make-up every song I made up
With an R&B collaborator
I know you wanna get your weight straight up
But you faking the culture that gives you paper
What happend to fuck an R&B bitch
And cuff the chick who's potentials score high?
That means Ima mess with Claudia
And marry Snow White
We want the product to give us the money and also the glory
Ain't it funny?
Some become a joke 'n get enough phony
To reach out to white bunnies
They listen to the music, wanna get an uzi
Now they Bonnies, wanna pop mollies like Miley
And their mommies don't want it so they blame us
I am sorry... sorry that
Now she wanna be a trap star
Cause her idol look like a Rap star
She a class star but she a gangsta
"Yeah, girl, you a mobster!"
She don't know the story, can't blame her
Hell no! That's what you fuck with, you should know it
Some drop raps that's wack, killing it softly
Rap in heaven to be holy
Yeah!

[Bridge]

[Hook]