LA VanGogh - Shayna Drew Me (Can I Kick It?) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & A Tribe Called Quest Sample]
Can I kick it?
(Sample) Yes you can!
(repeat 6 times)
Well I'm going

[Verse 1: L.A. VanGogh]
They say real recognize real
Another deal for a nigga who just emphasize pills

I PhD, I emphasize ill
I used to get a thrill from the emphasis of grills

With the wheels, dollar, dollar bill, trill
Living on the edge like a window sill

Learned peace on the real, I don't kill, I chill
But the 40-wop'll get shorty popped like Steele

That's the thoughts of my generation
And we don't need saving, we need ventilation

The block is hot, the block is hot
It gets more heated when a cop gets dropped, now Who Shot Ya?

Everybody want the Juice it ain't enough in the cup
We ain't living it up because our living is fucked

Hoes giving it up, clothes ripping it
See, I'm trying to run shit so don't be tripping me up

Dreams open doors on heaven's porch
I write fire, I don't rap, I blowtorch

Much love if you know me, good riddance if you knew me
I came up with this rhyme on the day Shayna drew me

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & ATCQ Sample]
Can I kick it?
Yes you can!
(Repeat 2 more times)
Well I'm going

[Verse 2: L.A. VanGogh]
Yo, whatup son it's VanGogh, the criminal
The smooth individual, the metaphysical, hella lyrical

Tryna get my check up, no physical
But they prescribe me a doctor how I spit sick proper

Me and Boogy be in labs like a beaker
That fresh, it I kicks like a sneaker, 4 seater

I got enough drive, nobody needs to gas
One foot up on the brakes, one foot up in yo ass!

Rhymes take away your breath like gasp
While I opposite of last cause my hunger is a fast, that's flash

Or the opposite of slow like these hoes who Van-go
They trying to get chose like draft

They flows I be spitting have girls smitten
I'm never quitting, unless I'm hitting

They want me to towel down their moist kittens
Right after I chow down like kitchen

I'm fitting like hands in a mitten
The thrown is where I'm sitting while Ice Mountain sippin', sippin'

4 4 tippin' on some looseleaf, truth speaks
I came up with this rhyme on the day Shayna drew me

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & ATCQ sample]

[Verse 3: L.A. VanGogh]
Yo, let me drop this knowledge on em

Ay yo, we living in hard times, so niggas guard 9's
Even closer than the endzone from the one-yard line

So I guard mine
These other cats get the job done, but it's part time, not hard to find

Cause I be dwelling in the mind of any human with a motive
Giving inspiration to keep it moving like locomotive

From '93 til forever I be writing shit that's clever
Hoping God open the gates to heaven, knowing I won't get in

I'm not absorbed in sin, but I know the facts
It's an entry but no exit like a cul-de-sac

And if you trying to exit then you gotta motor back
The code of that reminds to remain from off the code of black-ness

I keep a broom to stay fresh in this mess
See, it don't take a lying reverend to tell me I'm blessed

At my funeral don't say I went to a better place
I'm only going in the ground anticipating judgment day

We're living in hell, a hundred plus degrees
But somehow through all the heat a nigga's heart is bound to freeze

Like I said, we live an underworld life in unknown
So, when we pass, we decompose in the places we were grown
I'm gone

[End poem: L.A. VanGogh]
You see the phrase "Shayna Drew Me" is
It's like a metaphor

Other people's creativity inspired mine
So on the day that I saw someone else being creative, I wrote this rhyme

And I'm asking you if I could kick this line?
In due time, you will find

That in your mind
I inspire every rhyme