EQ - The Tribute [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro speech]
Leroy . . this one's for you

[Verse 1]
I've never met ya - that's okay, cause I put the text to
Any instrumental that I'm requestin' to bless ya
Sickness so you sneezing, yes sir, this the best of
VA- with the best herb from the west, that's

CA, puffin' on the opposite coast
Watch me motherfuckin' make it without rock or the coke
Know I'mma rock it if you rock with the show
Cause I need some correspondance - author to audience, yo -

I, forever got it like the lint in my pockets
Instead, I sewed that shit right into my pockets
Is this even plausible product for profit, or in the end am I not shit?
Even if I gave a fuck, wouldn't matter - I promise, cause
I'll never stop- when I said it, was being honest
Unless I find my breath isn't getting me to the dawn, it's
Waking up every day to prove to the world my calling
Rather be proven with knowledge than trying to prove I'm ballin'

Most of my beats done in the city of Queens
Me and Le? Hit the streets for the fiends
Switch E.K . . and at the tables, no one's bein' as mean
But it's probably cause he's seein' the dreams

[Sample Bridge: Robert Akins, 'Plan B']
My hands tied in tight knots, to two cinderblocks
One pain, and one hurt
They both dragged me down to the ground in one sweep
I was drowning in my own sea of doubt
I couldn't (breathe)

[Verse 2]
I could've never start dreamer without Hrabe
And a perfect way to introduce you to the man that maybe show you
Hip hop is alive inside of me, save the
Preaching for somebody that needs it, never betray the
Art for the cheddar or cheese, I'm trying to save these
Things up to better my dreams, because they raised me up to

Know that life's a bitch, nature's the mother, sleep the cousin
Death is the father that nobody wants to fuck with
Sucks that, three out of four? You're fuckin' stuck with
Until you meet the father and you're done with

I just hope the
Woman my father is falling in love with, and
All of her children are satisfied in this country
Woman I call mother's across it without no money
My brother got off at a stopover talking to somebody that

If you knew him . . you would know is nobody
Dad, I know you're losing it - and I ain't making show money
Gotta get a job so, I ain't taking your money
Never sell it, so I'll never get it - talking soul money

All these niggas sellin talkin' more money so dummy
No sleep, blowing the dro funny, you're so tummy
Otherwise known as ate; niggas is so stomach
Nose runny, sick of being someone that I so wasn't
E.K.C.O - forever we so does it
Take a look at my sleep schedule-
No time to blow, cousin