Jay Knapp - Dirtiest Ways [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One]
Yo I think it's 'bout time that y'all learned to behave
Ever since I found the mic been settin' verses ablaze
Burnin' through these notebooks, I'm turnin' the page
And any word that I utter is just dirt on your grave
You got the dirtiest ways, how I heard that you hated
And never heard of your name? In a hurry to say it
And then you scurry away, I'm just earnin' the payment
To take a birdie to David's I'm speakin' German to bankers
And gettin' Euros exchanged
Yo you might've observed that this the life that I earned
With every verb that I write I got 'em bitin' the curb
From the heights to the burbs, I know they like what I'm servin'
Cause every day is my best and every night is your worst
You can't say it ain't hard without tryin' it first
I'ma save for her car yo you can buy her a purse
Homie takin' my bars, that's like lyin' in church
I'm boutta aim for the stars and say goodbye to the Earth

[Verse 2]
Yo I think it's 'bout time y'all alerted the press
Seems like every new verse is a personal best
Get dirty with them pens but I write cursive on checks
Must be the birth of a legend or one returned from the dead
Why you worried and stressed? Say you ain't burdened with debt
And I know it hurts to pretend that you ain't nervous and threatened
Because I'm surgin' ahead, and they be urgin' me "yes"
It's time to earn some respect, and I'ma work for my checks
I'ma current event, I bet your girl know my name
Standin' tall through the bull, I'm Larry Bird in the paint
Drivin' city to city I'm 'bout to circle the state
And whenever I spit it they think it's worthy or praise
Maybe the Benjamin's can reverse my mistakes
I'll never turn on my friends and I'll never turn 'em away
...it's a bird it's a plane
I fell asleep at the pen, and then swerved in your lane
Better keep your hand on that emergency brake
It's time to trade in the car, I got a hearse with your name on it
You can purchase today, I'm 'bout to murder the game
And when they don't come into work I'll be the person to blame
The greats would stir in their graves, if they heard the debatin'
I know you love bein' loud though I prefer when you ain't
Only do it to hide, beneath the surface you fake
And that's a curtain of shame which I am certain will fade
But I'm as real as they come and I'm determined to stay it