Germayne - Choice is Yours (Logic Teaser) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

HyBrid

Broke spines and every artist tryna spit it like tech nine
Q and i chill in the studio relaxed and recline
I was never born more designed
And listen close and if u can't understand press rewind
Cuz I'm rippin the game you nighas slack with every record y'all contract
NBA walk on leave ya shot contested
Got the children in love with the music so much cops tryna arrest it
In this bitch double breasted
All the time I spent in the game now it's invested
The beat molested now i need consuling
More crack verses then 2 chainz in public housing
I do it biggie no biggie
Out the park like rigley
50/50 chances for survive
Church prayers on hiphops revival
Bang giggy bang
Duwop with the slang
Word round tw city hybrid is making it crazy
Fat kid big titties act lazy
But his verses so mean just ask that Harry potter pictured fat lady
He realizing every new artist flow ass lately
Bang these nighas Is lame
They said I looked like breezy the way I beat the game
And beat U the same
Fine china dinin u ass wipin vaginas
Hangin with my white roots in the woods like moonshiners
They said the choice is mine so I'll leave the beat deceased
Tie it tight and walk with pressured to leave it creased
This that viral vial of the anti suicidal
Baby back bitches sleeping the Satans cradle and spoon feed me ya pussy with a ladle
Death by needle painless and heartless
Spit sicker then ur brother rapeing his grandmothers carcus....hahahha o shit
Nigha I go dumb special Ed blue helmet
Y'all can't do better by it

Qaewin

Talk about it
Make em talk about it
Kendrick cole logic and dumb is melting pot of stylezzz /
Lotta y'all can't even touch me pedophiles using styluses /
Unemployment ratings shooting who can rank in higher /
Than /
I'm inspiring reaching higher time and time again /
Havin fun with it shit I'm feeling like I'm nine again /
School is so confining tryna find some time to rhyme again and it got my mind in the summer it be mine again /
Time again for me and hybrid hypin the mass (ses)
Other rappers trash but self professing a class (ic)
We spittin filthy still we humbled with facts that we gat a way to go you should feel guilty as crap (shit)
If I offend you /
I prolly meant to /
Fake thug rappers never draw /
But they a stencil - track em backwards to another rapper with exactly the same lines /
Anybody with a sane mind play my shit and raise an eyebrow /
And they saying they wanna make it ya constipated dry bowels /
Bring a number two meal or direct me to the 5 aisle /

Can't ya see that they annoyed and bored
Make chump change I'm a coin issuer
We leave the beat all moist and sore /
Recordin till our voices sore while the noises soar/
But I ain't asking your a fan shot the choice is yours /