Insanity - Criticism [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Criticism



Chorus:

Through all of the criticism
And hate I get
I honestly, cannot forget
The complete set
Of criticism I get
Forget, it, I'm tired of it
"Imma Do It My Way."
X3


Verse 1:

My mission in this system
Is to surpass criticism and
And succeed in lyricism and rhythm
It's my decision to be in this position
I'm itchin' to quit the bitchin'
The critical contradiction in my
Vision is cynical, with skeptical
Symbolism and lyricism
With the precision of abolitionism
It's sizzling up and fizzing up
Combining witticism and
Deep as an incision in the kitchen
I'm missin' the alcoholism
And the recidivism of my ism
The mission I plan is equivalent to animalisim


Verse 2:

Alright, time to get back
To the topic, I'm trying to tackle
Shackle my ankles
To the bottom of the table
I'm unstable unless I'm rhyming
So confining me, to a room of
Pencils, pens and papers
Would be like a vacation
But the criticism in music
Does get to me sometimes
But I throw it away
And continue to combine
The lines and beats
Together on my sheet of sheet
I spit fire on motherfuckin' beat


Chorus:

Through all of the criticism
And hate I get
I honestly, cannot forget
The complete set
Of criticism I get
Forget, it, I'm tired of it
"Imma Do It My Way."
X3


Verse 3:

The constant talking I get
Is festering in the shit
I don't get, why people can't just
Mind their own damn, business
I'm into the instrumentals
And bumpin' the sentimentals
I'm quite simple
Maybe it comes through, in my words
But I can't help how I rap it works
For the enjoyment of my rapping
I can't stop rapping for the life of me
Now that I have gotten into it all
I need to continue, before I fuckin' fall
I ain't ready to share and ball
But I will write and continue doing so


Verse 4:

Last verse of the track, criticism
I into the cynical position of rap
Take all the shitty conditions back
I'll write anywhere you let me
So set me off and don't talk shit about me
And I won't come right to you
Vice Versa I really don't care, do you
So let's go, the hell hole
They call Hip-Hop these days
Is nothing but a trap to all the kids today
But somehow, someway the judgment
Has avoided them and they get all the shit
But I'm here to aid the end of it
Stop brainwashing the simpletons
And quit it with the constant criticism, go for them


Chorus:

Through all of the criticism
And hate I get
I honestly, cannot forget
The complete set
Of criticism I get
Forget, it, I'm tired of it
"Imma Do It My Way."
X3