NOM - Deep [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[NOM verse 1]
Okay I’m feeling never better, smiling in whatever weather
Break a cigarella, sour deisel to the cerebellum take me to the never never
My flow is higher, had to set my goals higher than gold wires in vogue tires
I do it for everybody trying to live and learn
Those who've lived less years than their given term
Even when that heavy table that you sit at turns
Living hurts but I hope you never get your vision blurred
I give em twelve bars, they geeking off the first 8
Music from the soul it was with me at my birth place
So I start to feel a beat when it first plays
Lines in my mind inner twine like a first date
I’m out here rapping for a people and cause
It’s deeper than bars, I’m trying to even the odds
And so I’m out here on a ladder trying to reach for the stars
And hit these people something deeper than scars
Yooooo

[Boycott verse 2]

Listening to Low Light we just living that low life
Preaching to my girl while she’s sitting doing her toes like
It dont matter what you do it only matters what you know, right?
It’s funny when you're new, they treat you like you have no rights
Broke down Mercury coming down the avenue
Nigga with an attitude, tell me what do I have to lose
Besides my dignity my enemies and tacky shoes
These girls wanna be hoes, well go ahead I ain’t mad at you
City on my back I got my heart on my sleeve
They put the world on my shoulders I almost fall to my knees
Inhale Smoke in my lungs a nigga can hardly breathe
And money all on my mind, too bad it’s not in my reach, damn
I’m looking in the mirror like it couldn’t be
I’m turning into what I swore I wouldn’t be
Becoming bitter with the ones I know I shouldn’t be
They say they know what’s up, it seems they only hold me up

[NOM verse 3]

The gargantuan anakin to a mannequin
I’m flowing like I should have coined the phrase rhyme rambling
I'm time channeling, through the golden times quoting rhymes
Poking dimes like a nigga did it in the older times
I slay a team of rappers with a book of matches
I'm cussin' and actin ratchet while waving a heavy hatchet
New school voted favorite guy to get high with
Ferris Bueller I cut class to do fly shit
Red bone, five six, high heels, white hips
Save a hoe side kicks, cuffin all my side chicks
Damn, still under viewed, that’s undebated
Ever since the underoos used to being underrated
But I was winning even back in my humble beginning
I was born pure, guess I just had a hunger for sinning
But as of lately I rediscovered my mission
I figured i had a vision and followed my intuition
Been levitating meditating writing like a mad man
Out metaphorically giving rappers the back hand
These just the trials of the black man
Headed towards the promised land, rapping in the bad lands