Knytro - No Idea's Original [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
So sorry if I'm feeling sorta like an arsonist
Sick of niggas swearing they can be the "boss of this"
You talking shit, shit I ain't even Nas or a ghostwriter
But ha! Niggas, I could've wrote your shit
Your hopeless hits recycled for the folks who fish for it
Who wish for it, and when they get it, they piss on it
At which moment was it real?, cats claiming they
The hottest thing alive three days into a three year deal
Now that ain't even three percent of 365
Or 365 ten times which is 1095, get your mission right
You mind-fucking yourself behind the Benjamins, believing you some vicious guy
Ladies and gentlemen, I think it's time I fixed your eyes
On your own sales cause you listening to their silly rhymes
How much more basic can it get?
It's like A, B, C, fast forward to X
Is this a test? Broadcast from east to west
If everybody's a rapper, how's anybody the best?
Real recognise real, you couldn't have played chess
Cause your style's so stale and your tribe just left
I'm A Tribe Called Quest, with a mind so blessed
That I use it to expand my own, challenge my own strength
What type of chat you on? Claiming money make your dick longer
Nigga, I guess you really are a nigga
Industry-altered figure, put em in a room
Full of wolves and we'll see whose balls are bigger
Claiming you the first to do it, forgetting that the world feeling like
Nine billion Denzels déjà-vuing
Colouring in the stencils, we try and prove it
Freedom writers, the pencils have stopped moving