Roger Marlow - An Introduction of Sorts [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Lucas Tubbs]

Well welcome back to the show everybody!
Today we've got a rising star in the rap world
He, he's come in with this huge announcement for the 14th
The Valentines Day with the kids and the love and whatnot
So, mister rap star
Who are you?

[Verse 1: Roger Marlow]

Let me introduce myself
I'm Captain Rog
That's an R with an O-G
If you're from the A-R probably know me
Or at least someone that does I've got homies
From the Fort in the west to Tennessee
Cause I'm a legend singing Throw-down hymns
Or up on stage spelling acronyms
T-I-T-T, you know the rest
Something I wish more of our politicians possessed
Speaking of politics, this is my conquest
State's first son was Clinton, guess who's next
That's right it's me so at least look impressed
I mean, God
Half the state's named after me
From the Northwest to your city's streets
R-O-G-E-R is what you'll see so please
Twenty fourteen welcome to the reign of me

[Break 1: Lucas Tubbs, Roger Marlow]

L - "The reign of you?
Are you a Prince or, a king or something?"
R - "Something like that, some might call me
A messiah."
L - "A messiah! Like that Yeezus fella I talked to?"
R - "Well kinda. I do got prophets and profits."
L - "Ohhh haha you so funny!"

[Verse 2: Roger Marlow]

I made this
Track myself so I can track myself
Plus mad props for a mic from my homie L
He's so ill, killin' tracks like Ye
It's hard to believe he's only half his age
And I say, if he's following Mr. West's percussion
That makes me Jay, end of discussion
And I'm watching, so y'all pass me the throne
The young R-O-G turned into crown prince HOV
And I'm, continuing the dynasty
So if you guys ain't with me than you better get behind-a me

[Break 2: Lucas Tubbs, Roger Marlow]

L - "Oh, oh, dear lawdie
Those were two very good verses son,"
R - "Thank you."
L - "Now, let me just ask
Who you got coming in for this third verse?
Who's gonna bring the show down?"
R - "Well, let me show you
Hit it."

[Verse 3: Roger Marlow]

This is where I'd pass the mic
To Kendrick Lamar
Andre or Em, rap superstars
But I barely got the cash to move my own wheels
How am I supposed to pay that kind of big name bills
And anyway why would I cause I've got my own skill
They homegrown talent don't need a box of pills
On my own level nothing y'all can steal
And while some of y'all don't listen I know the rest will
So if you want to join the best I'm still
In the beatlab bedroom can't afford no thrills
Driving hand-me-down hybrids can't afford new wheels

[Verse 4: Roger Marlow]
So I'm
Swerving silently yelling at what's inside of me
Wondering and wishing I knew what was right for me
Imagining killing stages rap battling they fighting me
When I'm winning from New York to LA they flying me
Cameras flashing my eyes hurt asking who inspired me
And I guess that fame hurts or else Kanye lied to me
But none of that exists or matters cause it's just the mic
And me

[Outro: Lucas Tubbs}
L - "Oh, you heard it here first folks!
The beautiful Captain R-O-G!"