Fattay - Remember the Name ft. Sinima [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Sinima]
I got my radio locked on Hot97
When they take a commercial break its 105 second
Radio Rap's cool but the problem with it
Is that the motherfuckin DJ's get bribed to spin shit
So the population is force fed these light hits
So there's no choice but to say "I like that shit"
What they got 20 tracks in regular rotation?
When's the last time an album dropped that's your favourite?
Spinnin itnon-stop memorising the words
Got you feelin every drop of the shit you just heard
It only happens but so often, the glow darkens
Actions speak louder than words, there's no talkin
You complain and claim that you don't like rap
I got love for everybody populatin the map
There's no takin it back, it is what it is
I'mma stack these dollars, you can keep your two cents

[Chorus x2]
Zip Zilch nada, not a thing comes close to the shit that we bring , its got a ring to it
Meanwhile we're unsigned we gotta keep moving
Its just a matter of time before they see who is
Next in line, who's next to shine (me)
Who's tracks on fire you can bet your life
It's Sinima and Fattay
Remember the name so you can err park that shit up on memory lane

[Verse 2: Fattay]
Ok the problem in the game, I'mma blame it on the DJ
Can't support local music I ain't gon behave
Fattay bein doin this shit, Fattay been doin it big (yup)
Apparently without auto-tune it's shit
I don't play the radio cause the radio don't play me (true)
T-Pain and Daddy Yankee, same thing
Man I'm sick of leanin back, I'm sick of Joey Crack
I'm sick of just dancin lets bring emotions back
Only album that I'm feelin is Drizzy's 'Take Care' (whattup Drake)
Cause that homie got the balls to say what everybody feel
When my album don't sell, man I ain't surprised
Cause real music don't sell, its truth over lies
Lets get back to the shit, let's get back to the hip-hop
Ya'll gettin pissed on but fuck it get PISSED OFF
Yeah I'm dissappointed, but I ain't fuckin stressin it
Angry white kid next album's the new testament
Bitch

[Chorus x2]
Zip Zilch nada, not a thing comes close to the shit that we bring , its got a ring to it
Meanwhile we're unsigned we gotta keep moving
Its just a matter of time before they see who is
Next in line, who's next to shine (me)
Who's tracks on fire you can bet your life
It's Sinima and Fattay
Remember the name so you can err park that shit up on memory lane