Hooded Love - Art of Rap [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Hooded Love]

How can such rapper become famous and not real
When feelings have him on what and what to not feel
When I spit like this, and then I spit like that
Hoes they want me back, when they hear a track
Suddenly I am such an icon, now I don't think
If I scream so what, then my favorite color is pink
Naw just how I feel and welcome into the time
Where a line, I could fuck up and not gotta rhyme
And people would love it as long as I shout em out
If not these faggots would hate they'd sit around and they'd pout
When music by Biggie and Pac was always respected
But now good music is slowly looking like its neglected
And we don't know who be good anymore
These women strutin around like they all be a whore
Music is something so true
I don't know maybe its you
Who blew it away like it was caused like the flu
Listen then you suddenly hearing a clue, that its comprehended
The real rappers are apprehended
To jail of broken bars, I wish I could be like the stars
That we just wanna spit, and we don't need all those cars
And we ain't really that worried on always getting this fame
We relate so well we should fucking be in the game
Fuck fag ass bitches, who hate on a spirit
When something hard drops they know it when they go hear it
Art of Rap, I thought it was always meant to tell a story
But truthfully some of these stories are starting to bore me
When it causes, they all the same, they fuckin wack
You ether sipping on something or bitches licking your sack
Or maybe call me maybe thats what I told my baby
That she is the one always, she can be my lady
I want her forever , so shout out to saying never
The fact I like a girl and I probably could never get her
Is that for you know? Who to know? Who gone blow?
Who's got flow? Now who's my hoe? As swag you know that I'm gone grow
My ex said she had a lot of feelings hard to express
With her sayin that I think that it is all for the best
Feelings are ridden like they always holdin on
In a song you hear me saying that somethings wrong
And Hooded Love, complaining again about all these women
Her, she could have my heart, but no chance is given
These women complain about not finding any good guy
When im right here and she said she ain't willing to try
Man fuck that, I ain't even feeling so worth it
Women say try harder, fuck do they even deserve it
Shit whoa, would I become with out an analogy
But fuck off is the truth , you ain't as bad as me
I could take a million bitches down with a verse
Before you finish breakfast and then I get to dessert
So fuck it I be done , my expeditions on the way
Poetry express, I rap like I got one mic, come today