Mike Mictlan - SELL OUT [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Mike Mictlan]
I won't follow trends and models
Hollow heads or bottled feelings
I don't envy friends with ends
And probably never will stop rapping
I can't see myself in mirrors
I can call it like you see it
I just keep my eyes on prizes
Sizing up my plate and eating
I can move a crowd, no problem
I can sell a thousand albums
I can do that in my sleep while you're sleeping
I'm on tour
I don't have to holler, I can
Hold a conversation
I start trippin' about my daughter
Everytime I get wasted
I ain't got it like you got it
My pockets are full of holes
Wallet is growing thinner
Dollars won't even hold
I don't get it in, I push it harder
Got it in, and push the dagger
Yin and yang, wang on 'em like "dang"
And I've been wronger than a motherfucker
Been strong as a motherfucker
Soon as I fall down, get up
And wipe the blood off this ugly little mug of mine
It ain't pretty, but goddamn
I've been faced with a time and place
I ain't about to bop the diddy
Uh-uh

[Hook: Mike Mictlan & Ceschi]
Yo, what the hell is a sell-out?
What the shit?
I'm trying to sell out a show in your town
And get the fuck out, oh yeah

And what I am is all about
Being true to myself
Saying what I wanna say
Beyond the bullshit of doubt
Yo, what the hell is a sell-out?
No one gave me a thing
And spend a minute on the road
Better kill me to quit

With the venom in my mouth
What it is, it's something
Like a big bad wolf
Coming for you pigs

[Verse 2: Ceschi]
Cause I don't do this job at a desk
With regular hours ' I'm still demanding your respect
Only wear a suit and tie to weddings or funerals
Still working harder than the dudes that push this fucking music, though
I don't even need a six-figure paycheck
Just give us a minute and listen to me and my friends
Seen crack cookies cooking since I was fourteen
Seen the fucking money and sexual fantasies
Could've bought a couple of houses with that green
Don't mean I gotta talk about it every time I sing
Temporary thrills that America cherishes don't mean shit to us
So they try to make us uncool or label us cultural terrorists
There it is
So hang us like heretics since you're scared of us tearing the system
Down to its barren bits ' Bury us
But these words live long without the dirt
Not gonna stop even though my bones hurt

[Verse 3: Mike Mictlan & Ceschi]
Non-stop ' Non-pop
Anti-boss ' Self-taught
And I won't stop 'til the ball drops
What about hard knock ' Body rock
Nothing can tame me ' This world can barely contain me, and baby

You'd better work it out
Rap is a Terrordome
One man in, put 'em up, one man out
Bust a deal and face the wheel
Get 'em up, hand to mouth
And I watch the strongest lose
While I watch the weakest win
Gotta motherfucker paying dues
While I peep 'em, sneak 'em in
What am I supposed to do?

Should I sell myself to the highest bidder?
Never hidin', I'm strivin' to defy
[?]
Grindin' is simple

Better watch the birdie, fool
Bet I break a minute, clockin'
But I bring the sweat and flashin'
What it is, what the fuck you lackin'
Passion, passion mashin'
On any and everything

With a smashup, these fascits
It'll be all action to relaxin' when I'm rappin'

Yeah, with a head full of heart, get 'em
And a mouth full of brains, gotcha
What I gotta give

Gonna be an incredible thing
If I don't fight ' Put 'em in the ring

[Hook: Mike Mictlan & Ceschi]
Yo, what the hell is a sell-out?
What the shit?
I'm trying to sell out a show in your town
And get the fuck out, oh yeah

And what I am is all about
Being true to myself
Saying what I wanna say
Beyond the bullshit of doubt
Yo, what the hell is a sell-out?
No one gave me a thing
And spend a minute on the road
Better kill me to quit

With the venom in my mouth
What it is, it's something
Like a big bad wolf
Coming for you pigs