George Gavin - The Culture [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: George Gavin]
The word rap with a hash tag
Dropping bars with the rap pack
Kaz made this beat just to bring real rap back
Tryna intersect the intellect of biggie and pac
And take rap into a victory lap
Oh snap! I'm getting cocky
Beginner's pride, that is obvy
Tryna murder niggas with ink, professionally not a hobby
This life is a fucking circus
Most women are up for service
Most niggas are fucking servants
To money and other vermin
These days, niggas straightforward with their verses
Lemme hit you up with something a lil cursive
Like umm, how a young nigga sleeping on a virgin
Tryna get a whiff of what nobody indulge in
The bulletproof that hide her but niggas we still shoot
And we just might kill
Bodies getting overexcited over one that go still
Maybe from the feel, maybe from the thrill
Niggas hungry tryna make a mill/meal
Hope we keep it honest in our pursuits
Cuz we all born naked but manage to die in suits
Oooh! Yeah its all true
Yeah its all trill
Illuminati is real
Beware!

[Hook: George Gavin]
Concepts of being feared
Concepts of being the best, the only reason we hear
I swear
Concepts of being prime
Having rhymes that could make us the best rappers alive
(I swear) X 2
Beware
This culture can fucking kill you
(I swear) X 2
Beware
This culture can make or break you
I swear

[Verse 2: BV]
It's BV!
You haven't seen me before
Flying across the nation like i be on tour
George got me on the track spitting like its 94
2 years before that is when i was born
Mama raised a King, don't mistake me for a pawn
I mean come on, when is the last time you heard a flow so strong?
Tougher than that Gong, that Jr Marley puffin on
Take another hit then i pass it on
Can we all just get along?
Hold hands and have a sing-a-long?
I don't know man
Stress got me feeling old man
Why is the world so cold, damn!
I guess i gotta show them
They wouldn't believe it if i told them
Father didn't raise him, cells couldn't hold him
Despite all the pressure i managed to get fresher, now that's lekker
Eating raps and drinking liquor
Now how the chorus go?
Aye

[Hook]

[Verse 3: George Gavin]
Break or make you sell your soul for a million records
Tryna do this on my own, tryna break the record
The skepticism is noticed, its not important
My contribution is potent, I'm self anointed
Rap battles with young adults
This the shit the radio can't fathom
So don't play me, underrate me, that's the mean time
I'm just waiting for that me time
I'm just waiting for the right signs
Killer flows and these tight rhymes
Watch out a nigga might shine
Watch out a nigga might blow, the take over
Only 19, I'm rapping like I'm older
Dark skinned but his dreams too bright
Tryna get on like the city night lights
This the foresight, these the highlights, these the memoirs
Of a nigga that has classic on his repertoire

[Hook]

[Hit-Boy Skit]
Im tryna change the culture man
Im tryna bring it back to when it felt right
It just felt good, you know what im saying?
Im capturing feelings right now