M.C. Frontalot - Better At Rapping [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Wish I were a little bit better at rapping
I'd put the feather to cap in the manner of mapping what happened:
Now Frontalot achieved something. That's what they'd say
He went from terrible to mediocre. Maybe okay
Could be in the cards later. As of yet, not quite
Of the hand, the mic, then of the tongue, the sleight:
It's how to pull tricks on the ear. "You rap well."
Thanks for your sincerity but prepare to see dispelled
Any notion of my aptitude that you once held
Could fit what's felled through the button hole in my lapel:
Slimmest sprout of a mic technique, clipped & cut
I'll try to reseed after I get dug out my rut...
Which could occur! In my fantasies, improve each night
Real life lags afterwards, perhaps out of spite
For its after-hours cousin so far favored by me
In the trajectory dream, eventually reign supreme

If I were better at rapping
You wouldn't need a napkin
Wadded up in your ear to keep out the noise
I make with my voice
If I were better at rapping
I wonder what would happen
Would everybody holler and cheer when I finished a verse?
Would they be sad to disperse?

Wish I'd started earlier. I'd be better by now
Maybe. Might have hit the pinnacle, I'd be settling down
But I'd settle a frown on my face at that conjecture;
To cultivate the vocal, the cadence and the texture
The lecture I give with it when I rap a rhyme
To such a top condition (graphed improvement over time)
Would indicate my origin at age negative nine
Even then, barely any better than already I'm
So! Unhinge the daydream door delve deep!
If I were better at rapping wouldn't people seek a peep
Or a full blown rooster report from the Front?
Kind of think that they might. My style's wack, let's be blunt
Let's lay it on the table: Frontalot could enhance
Rather drastically before you'd even hazard by stance
That I stand such a height above whence I done
Promise I'll get better at it if I can when it's spun