John Wesley - "Dope Top 25" DFUOB 2014 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm just wondering how far the industry feels that it has to go
Every single one of these contestants are fake and the whole pageant knows
Is there only one dream i can have as a goal, if so, i'll rap you to sleep and imagine a ghost, peekaboo, i'm inside of your dreams with my hands at your throat
(era,era) I just rap as I go, I can put all of my fans in a row
Count to 3, number em all and have as much fun as i can at a show
Can't tell if you rappers are actually genuine or just acting a role
But when i lie secretly to you, you will be the last one to know

So what, you want to blow up and get you a fan base
Get beat and called a faggot so you can’t even stand straight
And take those little bars of yours and all of that damn swag
And promptly get removed from the rap game
Since you’re the source of my frustration, I’m giving you no mics
Apparently you pay unoriginality to ghostwrite
I hope your rap career does the opposite of come live
(swag, money, cars) Go die
And you could be an astronomic apologist
But it wouldn't change that I have a catastrophic intolerance
For poor quality, I’m waiting on a rapper apocalypse
I consider remaining anonymous an accomplishment
You’re bottoming out ‘cause you had one popular hit
Losing your mind wondering what to respond to ‘em with
You have no experience making songs that will get
Anyone’s attention but a mom and her kids
Oh but what about this album that you promised to give
They’ll be listening like “Oh my god what is this?”
You’re garbage, that’s where your music will end up in
Just another one real rappers are fed up with
As for the contest, may the best one win
But if it’s like last year, I’ll end up disappointed so I’ma try to not get sucked in
I was featured last year, got positive feedback
It was one of the best days of my life- can you believe that?

Performing on stage with Swizzy and Hopsin
Me, Hop, and Jarren getting Dizzy and nauseous
I shout when I pray, “Please give me a conscience!”
And I would tell the truth but I miss being honest

I gave the rap game permission to remove the gag and breathe
What happened to all of that theoretical integrity?
Where’d all the labels go? All I see are fake agencies
Whenever rappers start dying I promise they won’t be tagging me
Is it ironic that a lack of mad skill is angrily
Making me take to the paper, pen displaying insane beliefs
Where did originality go these rappers are aimed to please
I’m standing in the booth and from this view they look the same to me
I’m so sick of hearing Kanye, Drake, Wayne, and Jay-Z are the greatest
According to Nothing Was the Same, Holy Grail and Yesus, they’re rapists
And Wayne’s whole repertoire is SMH, stop lying
It’s like all of our favorite influences are not trying
You really think these men with no intelligence set a precedence
Accepting whatever content and the context that he says it in
You think you write prescriptions, then take a lesson in medicine
Rap physician, welcomed to step on in to my desk and sit
You’re just such an incredibly uninteresting specimen
You’re not a rap god, a king or even a president
Bragging can lead to dying slowly
Even Kennedy and Lincoln found the concept of assassination mind-blowing

Bottom line, I want to hear lyricism
I’m really hoping this year is different, but I fear it isn’t
You talk a lot of Shh about the battle until they send you in
Bottom line, you lose if you’re fake, but if you’re genuine (you win)