Kev Bars - Overtime/Over Time [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Kev Bars]
Hey

[Hook: Kev Bars]
Kickin' older or newer lines
You decide if you want the truth, or if you're cool with lies
To despise without a listen
Rhymes I've written over time - still I'm puttin' in overtime x2


[Verse 1: Kev Bars]
Over time, I've dropped the vengeful interference
The troubles from my past that blurred my sight when at its clearest
The thing that killed my verbal, shit spilled out into my lyrics
I wouldn't kill, but my rhymes would've surely delivered spirits
...But I'm weary of talking past things
Still the projects' prophetic prospect, never a has been
And I ain't askin' - demandin' respect
And I'll be lastin' - glance I'll be cashin' them checks
Especially when society wants me failure-bound
Uneducated, jaded, addicted until they nail me down
Still keepin my head up in my status - I'll never face the ground
And I'll be an architect at my craft until I amaze the crowds
Yes, I've got blueprints inside of me
I've chosen to be quiet, then was shrouded in that silence - Jeez!
But you'll never catch me in church now
Your flow is garbage greens I'm blowin' Grand Daddy Purps out
So point me to success family, I'll take the first route
Ain't stressin' disrespect - realized it ain't the worst clout
I ink verses that reverse doubt - it hurts, ouch
The type of shit you haven't heard 'bout, but earns shouts
Granted, I couldn't find my way before
Or even now, in this music game I constantly deplore
See these so-called "artists" claim I clash with they decor
I'm lookin Edgar Allen Poe and rappin' at they chamber door


[Hook: Kev Bars]


[Verse 2: Kev Bars]
This that absinthe, synth rap, that cannabis/piff chat
No ravenous spit, I'm so magnanimous with that
To the critics, my thoughts practicin' abstinence, get that?
It's hard to be this good and keep their manliness intact
Yeah, and "they's" the hip-hop game
These non-artist, fuckin' wannabe Brick Top lames
Got so much Flava, no need for one of them tick-tock chains
They "fuck the world"? Man, I'm just seein' 'em lip lock fame
My shit's all flame - draggin' dudes through plains in kingdoms fallen
While the futile clench their thrones - clutch the change they held so darling to 'em
Should have known I was a problem to 'em
That's why they're sleepin' on the dude next to embalming fluid
Call me "stupid", I just don't want your carcass putrid
These lines I blow ain't gotta be disolved in mucus
Quit lyin' on me, that's not how the honest do it
Flow got 'em sayin' "How he just a college student?"


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[Verse 3: Kev Bars]
Over time calm, confident in this metropolis
On top of shit like a dog with a hardened dick
And girls bump it too to try to learn something new
About this true typhoon I do pump into
An atmosphere of boobs, attitude quite prude
"Hi Jude" - I'm spitting onto her-o-ine spoons
Nevermind you, I'm barely trying to
Make up for the learning that I should've did in high school
My mind drools - thoughts leak off the tongue tip
Wack swag rappers get flushed like the blunt clip
For thinkin' they the shit
And claimin' that the key to entertainment skill is how to make a hit - Naw!
Too legit y'all, watch how the homey gloat
Boy Humanoid, no Hotel Tokio
Won't tiptoe, or hokey-poke round these phony folk
Who quote swaggadocio - these hoes mad Pinocchio