J. Blaze (Baby Blaze) - Scripts. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Blaze]
Staring blankly at a canvas for hours
Playing beats that for sure, I am down to devour
I'm out to empower myself, with some flattery and cockiness
And I ain't gotta talk about my stature, man, it's obvious
Deep and so creative, ego is inflated
I don't want the money, I just wanna know we made it
Down with new school kids, if people say they hate it
I'll bring old school back, like the keepers of the fade did
Comparable to legends, but i'm disambiguated
With a pillow on the couch, shades on, faded and naked
Never been nominated for awards, but deserve one
Too much on my plate, like I'm half done, and dessert comes
I ain't got problems, I got circumstances
Half of you probably don't understand this
It don't matter how I said it, I'm embedded in the stanzas
Dank as fuck rapper, as if my flow were like Plazma's
Leave a rapper choking like a bad case of Asthma
Realest without having to mention all of these gangsters
Million dollar flow, but I charge em four figures
Automatic so I hold whenever I pull triggers
Bold and arrogant, cold and adamant
With genes of a white kid who's often called extravagant
They tried to pick my brain and only found upon unraveling
My thoughts that when they venture in, they entering a labyrinth

I'm tiny and I'm energized, my cheap lines are penny-wise
Fuck you mean I'll never rise? I'm higher than the Enterprise
Starship, stone cold, bars got no holds, so dope even in the stories that my foes told