Lucid Dreams - Spinning Tops [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Red dot's on the mic still
And I won't kill no one, but the mic will
Claim you quite ill, my tight skills are more sick
I keep seeing dead rappers, my dreams are all morbid
Y'all some winners right? What you awarded
Shit even the Oscars gave a prize out to Norbit
First time I drove I had to try not to floor it
Cause I go into fifth gear every time I'm recording
And when I write too, mic might snipe you
Eat beats like Dwight Schrute, inflame the mic booth
Is it really that hard for y'all to write truth?
But y'all get capped like you lacking a nice tooth
And if a beat's dead, well then I re-maim
Riding with two pistols, no T-Pain
One keeps the dope lines safe, so I ain't phased
The other one got me insane on any stage
And I grow with age, my mindstate is fuck the hate
But I won't say more on it, -- just in case
Entourage pimpin', I'm the one they chase
Y'all some treble rappers, I bring the fucking bass
I freestyle for 13 minutes and kill songs
My mind's so crooked, I've got my tilt-on
Team's a gang of stars, respect is what we built on
Man you ain't on my level, go and get yo' stilts on
I've took a few shots, but homie I'm still strong
You rappers act like chicks, must got kilts on
Pick a beat, what track you wan' get killed on?
And the style's so cleaann, all of that filth gone
I'm like a pill mixed with an ill dose of crystal meth
Words can rip your flesh, thoughts as sick as death
And when I record it's like I spit a cigarette
Cause when my mic is up, then I light it up
No Drake though, and no fake flows in my rhymes
Fly words for city lights, I write skylines
You see a hot chick, then that dime's mine
So fuck what you heard, baby, I'm fine
Haters all look like crabs in a bucket
I drop a new album for the bastards, fuck it
Ask me what I think about rapping, I love it
But a more passionate subject's getting cash in abundance
And every rap track seems to sound the same
I'm running through the names and they all sound like lames
I'm fanning up on these flames, taking over the game
I'm a genius AND insane, both pinky AND the brain
And I keep more ho's than Santa claims
Got girls of all flavor, like the Fanta dames
Flashy clothes and they dope, call 'em manne-caines
And I keep 'em on display, so they can't complain
And all that peace talk is beyond me
Claim that on a track and you end up like Gandhi
You so wavy? I'm a tsunami
And when I perform all I hear is Bravo, no Johnny
Let the drummer play
I'm on the Kanye shit, if you ain't got this much "Power" you should "Runaway"
I won't even talk about Cassius fucking Clay
But I'm Muhammad Ali, who I gotta punch today?
My bars are hotter than a California summer day
How many times y'all threaten 'fore your gun'll spray?
Success is coming soon, the one thing I love to say
If it ain't right now, it's just another day
And BOSTON is my back setting
So I throw my 3s up like the half's ending
And all of you haters can come find me
And watch me snap like Tom Brady's behind me
That's why 1-2's the mic check
I flip words like my phone when I write texts
Double meanings, just watch as he kills it
My bars always sunny, I got Paddy Pub lyrics
And the redlight is the sunshine
And my heart beat is the drumline
And please note that I'm avoiding the punchline
Jealous dudes who don't even nod at me in lunchlines
You taking breaks like kit-Kats but it's crunch time
And my bars are so tight it's hard for me to unwind
And as I ramble and take all these gambles
The world turns to shambles but I remain like a candle
Now did you listen? learn your lesson
It's lucid dreams no connection to inception
...but my tops still spinning
And my mind keeps buzzing, this is just the beginning