Ethan Bence - I'll Tell Ya [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
I'll tell ya
Little youngins

[Verse 1]
I'm smooth on the beat, get loose on the beat
Get a light and pour a little grey goose on the beat
If you're new on a beat, maybe get a little booster
I complete a beat, and never was producer
Now I got you, I'm really having fun now
Spitting stupid bars that run laps round your dumb sound
I'm an old soul, sitting on a stoop
Waving cane at the punks, and telling young thangs to come down
If you're spitting trash, please miss me
My girl will make you double take her rack like two Britney's
Peel your wig back then ask you if you feel that
I lay these white hot lines on a chill track

[Chorus]
If you need a real MC
Then come with me (I'll tell ya)
Smooth beats, new techniques
Then rock with me (I said if)
You need a real MC
Then count on me (I'll tell ya)
Cool heat, truth to speak
Then rock with me
(One, two)

[Verse 2]
Now there's only three things in this world you need to be happy
I don't know 'em I was hoping you could tweet 'em at me
Thotties wanna talk sex and all this hot stuff
I tell 'em shhh, keep it down low, unless it pops up
You lil' youngins need a lesson to learn
Even though I rhyme cold it won't lessen the burn
The money can't be taken with you on the other side
But when I'm ashes in a vase they won't collect what I earn
It's straight boosting
What's what? And who's who then?
Smell the money far, the scents of a new nuisance
I rap until my hands shake, no promoter cause
I'm only 19 but my mind is older
I'm losing faith in rap, please help me God
I'd rather shoot my face off versus join with the selfie squad
The bad guy's here to save the day, see
All you do is hit play and get kids to say

[Chorus]
If you need a real MC
Then come with me (I'll tell ya)
Smooth beats, new techniques
Then rock with me (I said if)
You need a real MC
Then count on me (I'll tell ya)
Cool heat, truth to speak
Then rock with me
(One, two)

[Verse 3]
Rapping is a day at the beach, I be in there
Seeing me is like a blind kid seeing air
If you pass, your chick knows where to sit
She'll plop down quick, for zip, I put the c in heir
Laughing like it's in the plan, eating why you bitter fam?
Shredding every major rapper, cutting out the middle man
All just a bunch of puppets, hide behind a major budget
If you don't like the tape I'll find your place and make you love it
I'll tell ya, kids back in my day
Just to get a beat you had to rip it off of MySpace
To lay a track down you had to hit the studio
Get a ride and drive it uphill, both ways
But it moves, the progression of time
Only thing I'll ever change is the regression of rhyme
In this hurricane of wack I provide a little shelter
Just give a beat and a mic and I'll tell ya

[Chorus]
If you need a real MC
Then come with me (I'll tell ya)
Smooth beats, new techniques
Then rock with me (I said if)
You need a real MC
Then count on me (I'll tell ya)
Cool heat, truth to speak
Then rock with me
(One, two)