JET THUMAN - 12OLLLING HIGH [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Talking]
Wide wide world but as narrow as the coins in your hand
Like a tethered goat, so far and no farther

[Rapping]
Broke as fuck. Don't got a dollar
Kill the chicken, choke a duck with a gold-plated collar
Metaphorically, the cents I'm making is nada
The devil wears prada while Jesus shops at thrift stores
Sift whores from who'll do a little to a bit more
Been sure that I'd tell the saddest truths since Gore
All I'm saying keep it real, G
If I'm so dope, how the fuck do I deal me?
Seal Team 6 better fucking come and kill me
Then I can make the whole country go giddy
Fake my death; Machiavelli. Change my name; J. Diddy
Marky Mark entourage; get my friends to come with me
To advertise my white lies and get the girls to dig me
While I try to dig 'em out. Honey Smacks her lips, opens mouth;
Cereal killing. Whipping backs like the South
Crackerjack boxing bouts
In rings for diamonds, prizes, and likewise the clout
If despised, “Bring 'em out, bring 'em out.”
Realize: wise guys'll wanna shout. No doubt, no diggity they pout
But what am I about if not being hated?
Been dealing with faggots since the first day I skated
Boarding saved me twice now I’m getting elevated
Hoping talent will suffice on the day I am rated
Oh. "Has he made it?"
But really who's to judge if no one’s ever played it?
MIDI-medicated. Hip-Hop holistics
Listen to discjocks count stocks and statistics
Try to hunt money without losing your instincts
Feebs think I’m funny when the ship they’re failing in sinks
Life is so muddy and the bullshit stinks
Think I'll grab a buddy and hold up a Brinks truck
Since, what? I'm a 21-year-old darkie my life's been fucked?
A degree does not equal a job so this been sucked
I'm a community college communist with my chin tucked
Under a bandana. Occupy to get my dick sucked
Activity activists actively act upon is actually
Whatever bevy of Beverlies willing to lick the D for free
I am drawing words on a canvas only you can see
Writing images, the messages that I release
Revive the piece of mind looking for peace
Call me Reese, cuz buttercup, I may be sweet
But soon you'll be asking, "Yo, who made this beat?"
Okey-dokey, Oakeley makes it hot in these streets
Now I just gotta cool off these fans in heat
How? I guess I'll skeet for miles. “That's foul." Jk
I'm past wild. Smoke a gram of AK and Mow Wow
And spray every Hawaiian Island cuz I like the sound of it
Pew pew! Pow pow!
I've been dope since right now, and right now
And right now and quite a while before this
Fight me over style and your ego may forfeit
Blow the mind off a drunk ass with four fifths
Of my talent. It’s apparent the only thing rappers
And I have in common is we can afford this