Gripp - Something New [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Gripp]
If I don't know much, you know less, so it's no stress
To stretch the facts over the bars like a Bowflex
I keep it so fresh; most rappers are tone deaf
Watch me! You could check which OS I load next
So if I said it in a line or a poem
You'll understand what I mean when I say I'm riding on Chrome
I spit the truth in a rap. That's how I move and attack
I'll kick it twice and leave 'em with a dual boot in their ass
Yeah! So that's the new meaning of kernel of truth
I'm never falling off; I'm like a permanent tooth
I'll swerve in and murder the booth. The vermin is loose
With no hesitation I'll say I'm nerdy, astute
I'm muting the wack shit, the static. I hate the noise
A beast on a rap, on a track; I'm Hank McCoy
Fall back! I've got minds to emancipate
And I've got Fonzie all over my transcript: “Ayyy!”

[Hook: Gripp]
They want it. They need it
They're screaming: “Give us something new!”
I'm on it. Believe it
I'm gonna give them something new
They want it. They're fiending
They're pleading: “Give us something new!”
I'm on it. Believe it
I'm gonna give them something new

[Verse 2: Gripp]
As I resume, let me say: just get your Linux up
Man, I don't give a fuck. Just let my pen erupt
I'm deep into this code like an embedded struct
And there's more reasons that I'll beat you than reasons The Phantom Menace sucked
I'll never get enough. The rap game is in a rut
Throw that garbage out the window like a litterbug
You think someone is spitting tighter than this?
It's prob'ly 'cos they're stealing lines out my recycling bins
You're 'bout to witness something great
You're never getting past me; pump your breaks
I flame-flame rappers; now many are burning
'cos while they aim for turning heads, I aim for Hebbian learning
I'm very discerning and I've got thousands of lines
I'm out of my mind. Battling me's a mountain to climb
I am down for the ride, but why you sounding surprised?
Statistically, someone as sick as me was bound to arise

[Hook: Gripp]

[Verse 3: Gripp]
I've got terabytes of SATA hard full of my data, art
Binders full of battle bars and Magic cards
The only dude to step on stage and calmly wreck
Then step offstage and waste 'em with a zombie deck
Everything these rappers do is the same
Faceless Butcher: when I enter, they're removed from the game
“What you doing today?” I'm improving my brain
Ya'll are chewing the paste, just stuffing glue in your face
You recycle like aluminum; you're stupid, okay?
Exhuming Biggie's grave and reusing his plays
Don't ya'll get tired of the same old shit
The 808 kick, the same old synth?
I'm reclaiming the culture and I'm taking control
Ya'll the same shape cakes and I'm breaking the mold
I'm taking down the empire; it's no surprise
'cos if Skywalker could do it, then so can I
Ha!

[Hook: Gripp]