Grip Grand - Suckers [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
Man, they got my head all busted
Tried to tell me I was unproductive
Doin' all these songs that they don't wanna fuck with
Shit from the heart, but they don't wanna touch it
And they said art's really not in the budget
Tried to get smart, but they wanted that dumb shit
Not the same concept they wanted to run with
You know who I am? Yo, you must have the wrong Grip
Cut all the long skits, you ain't De La
A crossover hit? Sorry, you ain't Hey Ya
You need a get a new style or they won't play 'ya
But what style, exactly, they won't say-a
Now they got me fucked, not trustin' my instinct
I just try to bubble like soap in a dish-sink
Distinct feeling I'm being misunderstood
It's all good?
Yo, that's not what Grip thinks

Chorus:
You take a good thing and you ruin it
Come to my hood, don't think of doin' it
I don't know who you think you're foolin' with
To all the suckers, I love you anyway
You're the best at bein' the worst, you know
Your disease is irreversible
Oh, please don't take it personal
To all the suckers, I love you anyway

Verse 2:
Damn, they tryin' to change the name, man
A whole new direction, change the game plan
Switch it all around so it's not the same and
The people still front 'cuz it's not a name brand
Yo, they tried to kill me, I seen the hangman
But I'm dumb smart, so they call me Rain Man
Wait -- if I'm smart, why'd I give away all of my songs for a song? I'm not as smart as I say, damn
So while you look cool in your Ray-Bans
I'm still in Broakland where I'm coolin' like a fan
I'm cool with my eight fans
I'm on my way up
I stay up like the tray table is when the plane lands
We make jams for the layman
The everyday person who can't stand the B.S., and P.S
Rec-League, and I know we're fresh
Yo, it ain't no contest

Chorus

Bridge:
Damn...
And I don't need a love like that
'Cuz they told me they love my track
And they want me to call right back
All I got was a dial tone
Man...
But the hate only made me stronger
Why you think that I make these songs for?
I remember the days that you long for
When hip-hop was a cultural milestone...

Yo, I had a dream last night, it was crazy
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty
These labels all hate me
My girl had to shake me to wake me
I screamed out "Don't let 'em take me!"

Chorus