Ghetts - Fake MC's [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
G-G-G-G-H ain't one of these fake MC's, my bars are the truth
I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually, I'm a star in the booth
Go round town asking the youth who's doing this ting
It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works, how it's so diverse
Why work when the fiends wanna buy work? (x2)

[Verse 1]
I can see trouble ahead
I live life in a tunnel of death
It's amazing I'm alive still
Ain't aiming a 9 mill
Paving for a nice meal
I been patient and temptation is too much now
How can a man resist luxury?
I wanna know where the paper's at
But I'll be pissed if it's custody
If a couple of Feds come for me
Then it's back door stylie
But the back door might be covered already
And if so then escape's impossible
But I keep optimistic I ain't letting them stop my business
Let them in, "There's nothing illegal here
I ain't got nothing to hide, it's so obvious
Officer look, that's all in my past
I'mma sign autographs, of course I'm a star
Performing's an art!"

At least two times a day
I come real close to losing my freedom
Taking risks on a daily basis
All I wanna do is make tunes and release them
At least two times a day
I come real close to losing the plot
Taking risks on a daily basis
All I wanna do is put tunes in the shop

[Hook]
G-H ain't one of these fake MC's, my bars are the truth
I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually, I'm a star in the booth
Go round town asking the youth who's doing this ting
It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works, how it's so diverse
Why work when the fiends wanna by work?
I really can't stand you fake MC's
I take laptops when I chase MC's
I break MC's over age MC's
I guess you could say that I hate MC's
I really can't stand you fake MC's
I take laptops when I chase MC's
I break MC's over age MC's
I guess you could say that I hate MC's

[Verse 2]
Uh, it's times like this I don't wanna be sober
It's gotta be Jack D's gotta be cola
Niggas wanna jack me, 'cos I stack Ps like a property owner
There ain't no stopping me vulture
You won't eat 'til I'm dead
As long as I'm alive I've gotta be a soldier
Ok, you're probably older
But I know you're soft like quality sofas
You know my policy, no guy's robbing me
I'm serious like I don't like comedy
Police are so devious
They wanna nick a nigga now for an '05 robbery
Don't try follow me, I don't like solitary
I hate authority, I'm a law breaker
All I'll be about is more paper
So don't ask for a favour, Show me a bader
I'll make his homie a traitor, make his homie a stranger
Or so his throat don't see a razor
Everybody knows I'm an uncaged animal
Like everybody knows zoning's a major
I ain't a parolee who won't be a danger
I'm fearless like Steve from Australia
Crocodiles get tamed with the flamer

At least two times a day
I come real close to shooting a nigga
Taking a risk is bait in the bits
But that won't stop what I'll do for the figures
At least two times a day
I come real close to shooting a foe
Taking risks is bait in the bits
But that won't stop what I'll do for the dough

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Different day same regime
22 now, and I feel like there's nothing I ain't seen
Wha-gwarn for the rave scene?
It's like the under 18's are deathtraps
I wouldn't be shocked to find guns in a play scheme
To tell the truth I expect that
Some have got bodies on their guns
And still ain't purchased a fresh strap
But on the other hand, some remain clean
Too prang to bang, too dumb to make cream
You ain't had one war
What you got a gun for?
I've done more than you will in a lifetime
It's real when I write rhymes
I ain't gotta force it out
I got a nigga who bought an ounce
A year later bought a house
And survived all sorts of droughts
I'm the talk of the town
And I can see niggas walking around
Sporting a frown
I'm sporting a crown
It was meant to be it fits perfect
I spit sick verses, time on my hands
That's what a little bird did
I never snitched like Curtis
Came out back to the bits
And jumped on the musical wagon
In the hood that's the usual fashion
For big time rappers

At least two times a day
I come real close to losing my drive
Making hits ain't making me rich
But that won't stop what I do the mic
At least two times a day
I come real close to losing my love
Making hits ain't making me rich
But that won't stop what I'll do the dubs

[Hook]