McEnroe - Nothing Is Cool [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Mcenroe]
Bad news on the radio (Everything's played)
And it all revolves around how money is made
Best believe your hero has a closet full of skeletons
Telling him lies with a mouth full of Aspartame
Selling out for a life full after fame
Shelling out for status is insane
Yelling out but you're speaking to a vacuum
Not as pretty when you're puking in the bathroom
The dirtiest deals conducted in the boardroom
The owner's son [?] forgotten for a signing bonus
They sold us a beautiful facade
Carefully constructed but tragically flawed
So face facts for your fake fake acts
Cause when the case cracks can the fame take back?
Admit you're stuck playing a part time sucker
Who sold his soul out to have his face on a sticker somewhere

[Hook: Mcenroe]
Look in the mirror
Gaze at a fool
Cash in your checks
Go back to school
You wanna be up on what's hip and what rules
Then talk about nothing cause nothing is cool
It ain't about the money
Forget about the jewels
Get a real job, drop out of school
You wanna be up on what's fresh and what rules
Then talk about nothing cause nothing is cool

[Verse Two: Birdapres]
Martini's and cigars, luxury cars
Does anybody here give a fuck who we are?
Rappers and singers, pimps and actors
All been has beens since this time last year
Retro-neuvo, west coast, electro
Ain't a damn thing change but the tempo
Wack is hella cool, cool is hella wack
Do these people here need me to tell 'em that?
Avant garde, hardcore revisionist
Boutique labels going out of business
Graffiti t-shirts, pastel track pants
Learn to break dance cause now's your last chance
Emo is female, macks a bitch made
Cool to me is a comb that's a switchblade
Just grab a bat and smash the pinata
Rock two of these like Flash and Bambaataa

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Birdapres]
Baby mom's put their kids in camo
Pop music lyrics out of Guns & Ammo
Mash up's made and the tunes just might clash
Asian kids all dress up like white trash
Turn off the video, rap it all hurts me
A bunch of midgets in basketball jerseys
Rich kids take up political causes
Collect welfare and get a few problems
With good teeth and skin that's just flawless
Claiming poverty, that shit is obnoxious
Try too hard on some wannabe shit
Spitting throwback flow for a novelty hit
Cool
Cause I don't get upset though
Put down the mic and go boycott Esso
Get low to it and do what you can
I don't care what's cool to you and your man

[Hook]

[Verse Four: Mcenroe]
I saw homeboy with chains and a tracksuit
The look on his grill, like he just pulled a jack move
He fronts hard in a '97 Jag
But his neck's gone green and car is dealer tagged
And the girl at the mall with the platinum card
Bags carried by home private security guard
She gives you a look, like you're something she owns
But she's gonna get grounded when she gets home
And the rock star that you waited long in line for
A V.I.P. to finally meet him on tour
With so much in common
You're sure to be best bros
He says two words than steps to his next show
The dream so real, reality is pitiful
So don't put me on top of your pedestal
Kept a distance for a specific purpose
You might not like what's under the surface

[Hook]