RaDaLyricist - I Converse With My Words [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced By: RaDaLyricist]

[Verse 1: RaDaLyricist]
I converse with my words
My words make converse
Modern day rappers
All they do, is con verse--s
Up in the rainforest like Brazilians
We hotter than the game, with billions as pavilions
My lyrical mission can push a brother to the front
My mission ain't impossible so I ain't Ethan Hunt
Straight out of a city where I was born and raised
Now I can just really write rhymes and really get paid
When APR is out there, you through with rap
Cuz it's the rebirth of slick, and I'm cool like that
The resurrection of real hip-hop, the reawakening
Since nobody is awaking it, why don't you face it?
The answer to these questions
Make life look like a fraction
Adding more divisions
To multiply while you subtracting
That's mathematics
For these democratics
See communism is how they keep stereotypes trapping
But I'm supposed to adapt with this world
I'm in between dimensions trying to react to this world
Life just changed, at every 8 like a beat drop
The rearrangement of this game, I call it hip-hop
Communications started from the mental, right?
This new dimension got new conventions, right?
But I just had to mention tracking devices
Million dollar fantasies with low rate prices
Selling your soul like you trading off spices
But I can write this, mind full of the righteous
I'm from the town where this urban is everywhere
Murder is everywhere, robberies and poverty
While this retarded society, trying to keep an eye on me
Can rely on me and they talking bout I in team
But if we---found out who we are
Then we should stop wasting time on money and cars
The money and cars, the object, project, living of science
Walking up whipping projects
They trying to get you medicated to get educated
People round the planet got it demonstrated
Listen to the latest, now people getting “faded”
Trying to find the name, but the name is getting slated
Got this message rolling round in my mind
But it’s too long of a rhyme for limited time
They sick of the past, so they just say toss it behind
And they looking for the money and it lives all around
I mean, sitting here rolling for the chance
Like Monopoly but no I’m not on Vance, but I can advance
Fishing through the rivers, looking for the big catch
They keep it blasting on ya dispatch
If you think the world is a light, ya right
Sparking in the dark, so you can find to the light
For real, for real though, really, to be metaphoric
Can I see if your car is yellow, cause the fact of the matter
Is too see that you ain’t splattered, over pavements
Like leftovers of batter, but me, I ain’t no rapper
I'm an emcee, M in M-C, M in M-E
Same thing if you got the memory
But reminiscing the past can tell you who I am
But I'm reminiscing on my past so I can tell you who I am