Kon'science - Face Off [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Coming from the underground
They won't let me out
My hair to nappy
Want me to shut my mouth
You to happy ..
What u smiling bout
Uncle Sam still
Got my niggas in the fucking drout
Stress out above the clouds
Riding thro ghost town
I don't care for these bars
But here's another round
Of that good shit
I know you tired of that
Money hoes & clothes
And how they get it
Underground don't be bullshitting
I live for music
So I'm getting to it
I need it
Fuck it I wanted
Shed days i stayed blunted
Curving hoes for flows
I stayed fronting
Told me that I'm good for nothing
But these beats for beat for something
Wanted me to beat for nothing
Never had a full house
Always bluffing
Grinding while she cuffing
While I'm timing the percussion
Learning while they party
At different functions
3 years with the same constructions
My motto is fuck it
But everything look well constructed
My clan in the front
To bring the ruckas
Nothing else to say but...

Kushandbeatz Suckas