MC Rimmer - Still Here (Intro) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Hip Hop ain't dead, I'm forever...

[Verse 1]
Bottom Line is here to stay
But I'm Kickin' Knowledge here today
Hey, I ain't going to fall because of the dollars
The confusion is getting smaller, I'm growing a bit taller
I'm still the man who said I'm a scholar
I'm still kicking that raps that are squalor
Try me and watch the crown
Dedicated To the Real Hip Hoppers, fuck those punk clowns
I still walk the blocks with the flyers that I rock
Same blank tees, G, denim, I get in em
I still say dude's whats up, yup
And if I'm drinking champagne
I'll be drinking in a Dixie's Cup
Still the philosophical grime rhymes
Nasty and grotesque, I got the slime
Prime-Time, like HBO
But you won't find me on the Radio

[Verse 2]
No I don't come and go bro
I'm here to stay for the late-nite show
No doubt longevity for my career
To stay sear, and smear peers
I don't need your fucking gratitude
Pardon the language, but you can forget the attitude
I kick the thick raps, never pip pap, or yip yap
If your tired, go and take a nap
I don't spit just any shit, so don't give me any crap
And when it comes to trolls don't pay attention
Otherwise there will be a tension, get it?
No I'm not your typical rapper that raps like he's a criminal
I'm not Orange Juice, I'm not drinkable
Visualize what I'm talking about, no doubt
I'm not a fashion that goes out
How can you think that?
It's Cal Ryan raps that smack

[Verse 3]
Third day straight of stalking a girl on facebook
I ain't shook, just an internet crook
Still can't hook up with her
She'd be my cigarettes and liquor, you concur?
By the way, Junior kept bitching about her boyfriend
I'm single looking to freak, just single and open
I can still barely pass math
I usually think about the past few weeks
I still blush whenever a girl looks at my cheeks
You know I rarely speak to one
Life's a shooting range, I got a jammed gun
I'm still beefing with bitch-made motherfuckers in the grades
It's worse than an cocksucker with AIDS
Through the day, I'm still making rhymes
I still look for the clock for the time
Everyday I'm thinking of Tiffany and how lonely she is
But in truth it's none of my busyness

[Verse 4]
I'll be continuing the messages and philosophy
Knowledge just might be my monogamy
Time is measured on a clock
Bags or expensive alcohol on the rocks?
But life knows no time
Only the beginning, end, and prime
I'm just kicking the philosophical rhyme
Life brings many things, the birds chirp and sing
The sun goes up and down
The kids play, laugh, cry, and frown