Koltunn - Room for Improvement [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Koltunn]

Starting in this fandom got me feeling like a phantom; thoughts
Coming and going at random; not becoming a dummy, can't stand 'em
Got ambition, my mission: create, lots of music, and do it, negate
Negative energy, 'head of 'em cleverly, then I see enemies tellin' me "wait"

But then again there is so much I don't know
Don't mean I won't go as hard as I can
And I plan to spit flow but not to get mo'
Fame, it is plain, kind of like a meadow

Me making it? I would have better luck
Finding some hidden treasure
But I gotta keep on getting better, whatever, the weather
I will never sever endeavor, the effort

Is taking up all of my free time, slowing the flow with multi rhymes
Hope you like the style cause it takes a while
To write but I think I'll be fine
So let’s see, got a few MC's, to add for more amusement
Now I guess enjoy the rest of Room for Improvement

[Verse 2: Clavi]

What do you see, open your eyes, climb up the rise and grow into your own
Flow to the foam of the sea, scopin' the rhymes, this time it's your fight alone
Eternity spent on it, hope it's unique
You learn to present it and cope with critiques
When you get billed with no skill then return it to sender
And get ropin' back up the peak

An elevated position, an alicorn on the mic, up is the only direction
A brony musician, along with some born of the like, touching the pony perfection
Taking the sound, shaking it 'round, breaking it down
To better every single wavelength
You can't tap the pinnacle if'n you're scrappin' to push it
But finna pull out to save strength

Everypony embodies a party like our Pinkie Pie
But one can still craft a surprise
After the highs and the lows when the pies have been thrown
One can still make some mo' and the laughter's the prize
Zooming, rainbooming for ponies to see, keeping tight in every movement
Steeping hype in heat of the beats of the right type
But you've got to keep up in improvement

[Verse 3: Rhyme Flow]

Look, you want to rap fast, fine; you want to scrap, that's fine
You want to dub-step flow over trap, well, listen, that's fine
You can do what you want but it's on you to constantly conquer your
Thoughts in time
And I've often defined that if I had a dime for the lost, then the
Cost would climb

But I've been in a bind where I find that my mind thinks I can't rhyme
But that's fine to me, cause when I’m faced with a limit
Then it's time to break free
Time to take these chains, struggle and shake so I can make these gains
And I take these things in account to make me
Invade in your space like an NFL safety

Intercepting thoughts then I send deception directly on
'Til you think it was you who had set me off
When it fact it was me with inception on
Then take caution, take all of these off-set concepts off and toss 'em
And now be the boss of your own consequence
Hot spit raw far beyond exhaustion

[Verse 4: Ibeabronyrapper]

Started as the underdog, bringing it harder and hotter and no one could
Ever match it flew off the beat can't catch it
Had no flow, now they know, that had been a proto-me
A Proto-man, a prototype; born to fight so roll the dice

Not a clone of Hopsin cause I know that I'm not sick
It's nonsense gauging hotness by sub counts and gossip
You don't know what hip-hop is, nothing but a little kid
Who sits and spits just to lift hide behind your wickedness

Really now it's getting old acting like you pro
Have a seat and step off bro, really now a soul so cold?
Now it's time I kick it up pedal to the metal for the gold medal
Meddle with the way you movin', there's Room for Improvement