Ray Jets - Rendezvous Wit Tha Ol' News [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Ray Jets]
On the rise like my boxer briefs
Roaming streets
Only strapped for cash but still dodge police
Suburban dweller
But Ilford more urban than you heard of huh?
Reminiscing back when peeps thought it was all about the fight for Elizabeth's
I was like wow
The hood got you so far but where the furniture
Low' me to change your habits
Your habitual madness is manic
Cos' ya messing with my energy the way a brother losing it over the carrots
But resolutions a hell of a chase
I had a case of Elma Fudd and wascally wabbits
High school in 09
Robbing kit-kat shotta's
Was our juxtapose to a Capone life and hotty's
We use to stunt for
Parents evening we stand straight, turn and face in the lobby
Oh god
Winking for communication
Hide from girls that I be spending time chasing
Never wanted one of those mother confrontation
Awkward situations


[Hook]
I don't know where I'm going from here
Where I'm going from here

Its's just a rendezvous with the ol' news
It's just a rendezvous with the ol'news (x2)


[Verse 2: Ray Jets]
Stop and searches were the worst
Police frisk to feed they racist thirst
But be summer tanning tryna' look darker than tarmac on which they swerve
Statistical matching facts
Saying we carjack and grab bags
But who the dudes with the dirt on the white collar man
Nevertheless I was imploding, explosions inside my chest
A bit Frank Lucas if the roley ticked
Composure, patience tell me where that
Cos' I ain't holding it
But times changed though the skies remain the same
Now I'm 20 in my step
Might catch me at the centre skating later than a black arrangement
Guess what I'm about now
Rapping more than Dec 25th's
Sticking up crowds till they hands wave to my shit
Hit the shore
Gravitate the game
I'm the moon for sure
I praise you lord
Or whatever you might be
Please keep the team bless and the road far from steep
Peace


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Ray Jets]
I'm on a isle far away can't even see the horizon
Still miming lyrics in the mirror of the rappers I idol
Raptum gave me the spark to craft rhymes as my life's recital
Now whenever I got to vent
Smoke off the top like some oo-long
Got to stop fussing with women
Quick decisions like what is she on
Dash her in a ditch if she front for eons
Ain't enough numbers in my wrist
So much to do
But so little to live
Too many drinks on the rocks
Is it suicide from a cliff?
Came a long way from 95 crawling with the milk
To self evaluative questions
Am I in the valleys or the hills?
Still
Pressure bust pipes but it might make diamonds
Keep pushing on your boy your bound to see something shining
But it's more than nickles in your army jacket lining
Stabilized my graft
I'm seeing more than the sailors
Just contrast and laugh at the past compared to my current situation


[Hook]


[Outro]
Yeah
D-double-O-R
Shout out to my brothers
Tashan, Austyn, Tariq
Yeah, yeah, yeah