P.Flow Matics (feat. Tek Luciano) - Earn Your Stripes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

INTRO: (P.Flow Matics x Tek Luciano)
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1..2..3..4
Tek Looch! What up?!
P.Flow Matics!
Let's go!!!!

VERSE 1: (Tek Luciano)
I'll eat a rapper's flesh, cannibal and a carnivore
Schalor and psychotic I'm well versed in the Art Of War
Fibing while they spitting I'm thinking why is you lying for?
Dead broke, claiming they money long as the China Wall
(Stop it....)
Weed head and alcoholic, in school was deemed a failure
Failed school, but I passed the chronic
Surpassing logic, with a stomach fat as my pockets
Look at me and P you're seeing through stars
No astrological, sick!
Laying in hospitals, planning, scheming and plotting to
Get a PhD in biology so I could body you bitches
Wave and say goodbye to you bitches
We taking over! this is real rap fuck your baking soda!
(I got baking soda!)
The man is back that means the wait is over
Sick shit! Can I get a witness? My name Jahovah....
Yal couldn't get a deal inside a pawn shop
Yal gon' need a scope to fuck with us cuz that's a long shot!

CHORUS X2: (P.Flow Matics x Tek Luciano)
Rock mics, feel the rush, learn to understand the game
From the perspective of an artist in the spotlight
Before you call yourself a rapper, you should act right
Learn to earn your stripes, what you know about this rap life?!

VERSES 2: (P.Flow Matics)
I never blend with the fashion
I despise trends with a passion, in fact
I'm leaving rappers in flabbergasted reactions with Tek
The satisfaction is the act of respect
To master the art of rap, soon as the mic contraption is set!
My slick inventions, bring the tension with intensions
My scripture project the vision
Like a sick motion picture in three dimensions
Speakers bleed bloody from the bass, your flow is too slow
When I grab the mic and spit till' I foam from the mouth like Cujo
My penmanship's intense when I vent my rage
Through these sentenses
When you discovered rap?
I was rhyming on public benches
You live a world of glamour
I'm coming straight from the trenches
Where composition's the essense
I'm repping that small percentage
I represent the music before the swarming of censorship
I know that times have changed
Yet I'm pensive trying to make sense of it
But then again.... I might just go mental and write a song
With so much cussing, that the radio version is instrumental!

CHORUS X2: (P.Flow Matics x Tek Luciano)
Rock mics, feel the rush, learn to understand the game
From the perspective of an artist in the spotlight
Before you call yourself a rapper, you should act right
Learn to earn your stripes, what you know about this rap life?!

OUTRO: (P.Flow Matics x Tek Luciano)
..Scratches..
Rap Life! Rap Life! Rap Life! Rap Life!