Einstein - Ready Or Not (Here I Come) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I am the most underrated, hated, and discriminated
Breaking all types of stereotypes every day
It's a different obstacle, failing isn't optional
Holding on to a dream that seems impossible
But I keep striving and trying to be the stereotypin'
Defining emcee with a higher degree
On a higher totem and voted most likely to be
Then let the future define it for me, hah
But I'm really just a high schooler
With grade school dreams of making it big in my future
And I'm just hoping it lasts, I'm sitting in class
Writing these rhymes, hoping to pass
But in the back of my mind, I'm praying for a record deal
But still got college rubbing against my heals
So now I know how it really feels
Instead of feeling never real, but still

[Hook]
(Ready or not
R-r-r-ready or not)
Yeah, I'm telling everybody
(Ready or not, here I come)
Ready or not, here I come

[Verse 2]
I've been told that my future seems promising
But people have broke what they promised me
Honestly, I'm a rapper with a prophecy
I'm the high school superstar prodigy
My vocal chords open doors, and of course
It opens those doors, to what I have in stored
For me, and even though it seems like a dream
Even Limbo couldn't hold me back from what I want to be
See I was born with a passion
And I'mma carry it out until the casket
But what's tragic is it's hard to manage
And constantly balance a bunch of different talents
I'm paralyzed, I can't stand it
If I want something, I'mma have it, hard work is a habit
And I feel like I'm acting out a movie role
When I'm in the studio, lights, camera, action

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
My whole life, I feel like
My actions speak louder than words
So I just choose to pantomime
And sometimes, I have to improve my improv
'Cuz life doesn't have a script to go by
So I'm just working off of blank sheets
And filling in these blank papers with my song lyrics
Rapping 'bout, all these goals that I can't reach
Even though negativity is the wrong spirit
I am the individual, ripping the ritual
Of spitting about swag, money, cars, clothes, hoes
I suppose fans coming by the rows
And the unreachable pinnacles that seem miniscule
Yeah, and I'mma mean it if I speak it
No connection to all the speaches I gave in English
In front of a crowd
I'mma continue to preach what I believe in
You bring me down is very slim, no bulimic
Believe it