HideandSeekZoo - 85% [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I take a step and watch you rep and catch respect
Cos every time I get on the mic you know I rock the set
A million rhymes in debt, I'll pay it off, but not quite yet
Not the type to take what's left I gotta work for what I get
So take a walk like a pet
I never understood a Mexican like me in the army
Putting my life on the line for a country who doesn't want me
That's the real shit, the ill shit, coming in to kill shit
Step up and have your ass handed to you real quick
Lyrically they hear me, no need to be fearing me
But I say "Fuck a label" cos I don't want them steering me
You feeling me, you're killing me for what it really be
But I'm embedded in the trees, so now they drug dealing me
I'm inside of every baggie, motherfuckers can't tag me
They running round in circles like donuts, fucking fatties
The mic comes in handy, it's all fine and dandy
They stepping up, but I push 'em off like fucking pansies

[Hook]
I see you got hands, but you still couldn't slap me
Eighty-five percent happy, running like a track meet
The same as last week, but I'ma keep rapping
I'ma keep rapping

I used to think everyone was fake
But as of now, I realized that real guys only rise to my eyes to take
What is real, what I feel
Tryna eat a fucking meal cos I'm ill
Still improving my skill
Taking it, breaking it, motherfucker faking it
All these people turning it down, I spend my time making it
Breaking it like the leaves, best believe that I won't leave cos I tend to stick around when I play hide and seek
I tend to back away just to see the bigger picture
Want a penny for your thoughts, but you can take the change with you
The tables have turned and the weed is getting burnt
I keep shit to myself cos I'm afraid of being hurt
Two love letters and a smirk, but it works
Until this plane crashes and we're buried in the dirt
I walk the halls and stand tall so I ain't gonna let it fall
Life's a game, I guess I'm just passing the ball

[Hook]
I see you got hands, but you still couldn't slap me
Eighty-five percent happy, running like a track meet
The same as last week, but I'ma keep rapping
I'ma keep rapping

And it's the HideandSeekZoo
Fuck you
(One time though)