Jayy Lee - Hip Hop.2 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jayy Lee]

They try to make me feel worthless, but it's all in vain
Pour my worth into a page, and through the pain
I find my purpose, perpetuated by the flame
Enlighten minds, sparking lines like it's propane
You're pro-lames, I'm profane when I'm on the mic
Cuz I spit the truth, pitching now, I'm throwing strikes
But in the booth yo, you know I'm doing life
Rhyme 'til the death of me, climb 'til I'm left to see
My destiny fading, crusading with dexterity
My text's a rarity, perplex, in dispair you feed
Into the hate, but obesity's a dumb disease
You reprise, full of yourself, now it's like you seize
Every moment, just to start beef, I mince meat
Making stew, stir the product into something new
You sound like the rest, but I'm one of few
I call this: Hip Hop.2