Generic - Pocket Tees [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Whispering/Muttering Hook

[Verse 1]
Wakin’ up at 5:30 with the newspaper and a cup of coffee
Writin’ rhymes just to get these feelings off me
It’s too early for chattin’, speak softly
I’m about as chill as palm trees with a calm breeze
Hah, my flow is steady like an ocean wave
I’ll hit the studio, recordin’ what I wrote today
My lines are dirtier than bad girls who won’t behave
Phat, but not overweight, as in I’m a protege
Negative energy will just float away
Keep my mind open, though, and let it go astray
Performance enhanced rappin’, and so I’ll say
I’m Mark McGwire hittin’ homers playin’ for the Oakland A’s
Pull out the notepad like Canibus
And you will be the man I diss if you are not a fan of this
That's for another day, though, okay, bro?
It’s still the A.M, and today I’m tryna lay low

[Hook x2]
So good mornin’, everyone is snorin’
Pancakes stacked with the orange juice pourin’

I got the feelin’ that nobody will be stoppin’ be
Nobody stoppin' me in my fresh pocket tee

[Verse 2]
And if it’s afternoon, I’ma have to do what I just did
They don’t remember me before my flow erupted
I busta busted and they were not disgusted
So now I’m freein’ lyrics off of the cuff, it’s
Cool - they waitin’ for it like a train station
They put it on and every word is like a vacation
The beat is the beach and, they keep it repeatin’
There’s no worries where my sweet flow may take ‘em
It’s River Rapids with my rhythm when I ruin it
Big Sean swervin’ through my songs, goin’ stupidest
My notepad will go percussion and there's no discussion
Other rappers dozing like their flow containing robotussin
Cuz this is hip-hop at it’s finest
A rapper at his best and there ain’t none denyin’ it
I’m a simple man, reppin’ all the pocket tees
Take a pen outta my pocket, sit back and just watch it bleed

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
I mean I’m chillin’ through the school day, rhymin’ every period
You could say I’m lyin’, just because you isn’t hearin’ it
No debatin’ that, though, these cats know I’m serious
Shootin’ shrapnel at every fat bloke that’s curious
A prime fighter with the smooth feet, move sweet
Makin’ girls ooh-wee whenever this dude speaks
I’m too heated for this new week of school days
Mixing styles with Packet like I’m stirring up some kool-aid
Hah, my vocab isn’t so bad
I just go grab a couple pens and write a whole track
Compared to my adaptiveness, your flow’s whack
There ain’t a beat that I could blow past and won’t trash
I’m smack talkin’, if you wanna talk smack back
You’ll be callin’ me a pack rat the way I grab that
Roll of duct tape and wrap you, and after that crap...
I’ll be pudding you in a box... snack pack

[Outro]
No-No-Nobody stoppin' me in my fresh pocket tee