Nubee Mac - Midnight [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Part 1: Prod. Barry)

(Verse 1)
Deep thoughts, I got quotes that you can float in
Honestly, I almost drowned when I wrote this
I'm talented with javelins, oh these are bars that I'm throwin'?
That's why the flow is dope as Lindsay Lohan
So let me go in, you front and I'ma dial ya bluff
I be with niggas who came up with me when life was tough
Remember having holes on the outside of cuffs
But now them jawns dig it just like Shia Labeouf, I'm like what's up
I put the city on my back, so it ain't hard carryin'
Verses need pallbearers so we can all carry it
Cause when I flow man, I'm similar to Conan
Give me one bar, and I'm very sure that one bar buryin'
Any hope they had left, or was remainin'
My mind's a palette, words are the colors that I paint with
How the kid just relays it so mosaic-like
Make girls wanna give the kid cuddy every day and night
But I don't lay the pipe, cause she think she gon play the wife
So I tell her, "Take advice, that thought's a mistake, alright?"
I ain't cuffing, nope, that ain't what I'm 'bout nigga
I'll play the field and still master over house niggas

(Bridge)
Enter the inner sanctum of a genius
You'll see kaleidoscopes of metaphors next to my demons
I pray to Jesus and ask that Hell takes them
I'm on my knees, hands together, 12 am

(Part 2: Prod. Mndsgn)

(Bridge)

(Verse 2)
A penny for my thoughts, gotta put my two cents in
But 16 bars is a million dollars, plus interest
So down to earth, but touching other dimensions
With the pen, I could give a whole nursing home pensions
My verses universal, I can circle any planet man
I let the chips fall and hope that it's an avalanche
My chips small, but nigga I'ma grab a hand
Tryna get my mind flushed, like a hand full of clubs
Yeah that's word to Bagger Vance
You had a chance but you blew it so you can't advance
And everytime I wreck a record, there's a traffic jam
Foil niggas' plans, plus the rap is like saran, man
I'm still looking for some answers though
Like how niggas turned rap into a fashion show?
Couldn't stand on it if you niggas even had a flow
And you ain't hot nigga, you ain't even flammable
So why you throwing bars at the man again?
Is it because I'm making moves and you're a mannequin?
I'm throwing bars like javelins with my talents in
Hopes that my influence will spread faster pathogens
If they don't catch it, it don't matter, nigga they're at loss
Because Nubee's the future, my ID is a tarot card
Walk in the booth with no sleeves, that means I'm bearing arms
And taking shots at the boy is like tryna throw a spear at God
Or feeding pork beans and bacon strips to Farrakhan
You talking green? I came to get mo' like your parents' lawn
Wrestling with inner thoughts, my conscience be in dialogue
With the negativity of those that try write 'em off
But my parade could use some rain, I get on board and ride the storm
Because I know in the end that every tree will die a log
And women throw me bones and then they say that I'ma dog
But that ain't really the lifestyle that I am on
I be tryna be polite, do it right
BUt still the homies wanna see me D her like Viacom
I'm like where'd we learn these ways from
Lord, I swear I'm tryna change 'em
I swear I'm tryna change em
That's why I'm on my knees, hands together, 12 am