SC Static - Definition Of A Rap Flow [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)

Tryna seek improvement, sparking minds to lead a movement
Stars aligning as the moon’s lit, modern times can be confusing
I’ll grind create a blueprint to devise this revolution
I don’t rhyme to be a nuisance, I design these words to use them
A bottle by my side just reminding me I’m human
Give a fuck what you decide as you arrive at your conclusions
Composing an emotional rollercoaster of dopestness
Defeating all foes with opposing flows then it’s over with
Cause I ain’t only holding and choking, I’m comatosing this
I’m knowingly and boastfully condoning my condolences
Flow’s like floating over an open ocean of opiates
Witness the most ferocious and potent murderous vocalist
Cause I’ve seen hopefulness, picture perfect turn into hopelessness
And I’ve seen homes with kids get evicted and turn to homelessness
Money gambled away mishandling poker chips
Coping with loneliness with a rosary in their closing fists
Honorary but for monetary motives
Cops giving bogus tickets meeting commissary quotas
But ya’ll already know I’m in this booth for a reason
Concluding this evening, we’re giving the illusion of freedom
We root for the demon, deranging these little kids
Endangering innocence, so racism still exists
Misery, Evil, Hell mentioned in the Exodus
History repeats itself, hereditary selfishness
Cause if they benefit they’re proud to mistreat us
Electing Presidents then let these snakes in power deceive us
They’re cowards and leeches and creatures with the foulest of features
Devouring speakers to pieces, crashing towers and secrets
Until what’s left then are dead end horrible options
Where people sacrifice self-respect and morals for profits
So drink away the pain of reality with some vodka juice
Rhymes and I are common like politicians and prostitutes
Cause truthfully throughout education they’ve lied to us
A lot of us look at Hip Hop as modern day philosophers
But villianized for vulgerness and smoking some pot
But really MC’s are the only role models we got

(Verse 2)

So fade to the next one, bang on the next drum
Whiling on stage, purple haze in my left lung
Wave and a chest bump, cake from the breadcrumbs
I’ll take 2 to lend 1, I’ve paid dues and then some
Cause I would never lie, I would never fable you
There’s nothing common about me, I’m often unrelatable
Coffin’s where I’m placing you, with rawness I’m disgracing you
Cause most are opinion based but some things are undebatable
I’m fucking sick with it and obviously cocky
Only cause I got alotta props and confidence to spot me
A profit on the rise tryna climb up out this hot seat
So logically it’s probably impossible to stop me
And no offense but you’re a fucking embarrassment
Acting tough and arrogant, you simply suck in comparison
Just generic Americans with their hands in the air again
For some squares that can barely spit in some pants that can barely fit
So La Di Da Di from the projects to the burbs
For a molly whop, karate chop your body into 3rds
Sloppy with your verse, whack bars and a trash hook
You can’t rap and you mad shook, Yo that’s a bad look
And you don’t gotta be exceptionally lyrical
But at least be original with a message you imbecile
You’re witnessing miracles and the lessons are spiritual
Over Green instrumentals and Imma get that original

(Verse 3)

Consistent with the flows, spit reliably so
Cause every rhyme I wrote’s like putting wire to throats
Undeniably dope, mix Nas and Pac in the zone
With Slaine off a line of the coke, and I’m the final result
I put in work while you stayed at your desktop
Cause I was slaving round the clock like labor in sweatshops
So mathematically I’m better than all
Cause SC is always > MC’s by default
Deceiving the law when life gets hectic
Quite desperate I check, leave this mic molested
Knives as weapons just means your life has ended
Leaving wife’s hypertensive and quite defensive
Never biting my tongue and I’m glad I said it
You must be out of your head if you’re gonna battle this peasant
Definitely not as excellent and hella pathetic
Got clever witted genetics and thoughts are telekinetic
You ain’t in your right mind if you’re tryna face him
Unless you got Tech N9ne memorized verbatim
I’m spittin’ fire cause Imma divine lyricist
Define brilliance, you herbs can’t even rhyme period
I’m a beast so I do as I please
Spewing fluent top bread, earning loot to buy beats
Some push to sell substances that you and I need
Just to pay for rent, food, and the shoes on thy feet
From home base, picking up some shrooms to buy weed
Rounding 1st Ave, running from some goons at top speed
Tryna steal 2nd Ave, become some crucified thieves
Cops come from 3rd Ave, pull a suicide squeeze
Faggots tryna frisk my nuts, get me to piss in cups
Putting my hands and wrists in cuffs for prescription drugs
Then cross countries with bars and raw literature
And board with counterfeit passports and forged signatures
Beyond monstrous, accidental apocalypse
Step and crack the planet from 7 to 9 continents
Superhuman, my rhyming appears magic
And I don’t need a snap back hat or a weird accent
Just a bump of loud mouths into queer fashion
I’ll bury you in a glass house with a clear casket
So I don’t freestyle when I’m in the zone
I’m just spontaneously writing off the top of the dome
Then simultaneously take apart your body from soul
Make another version of you and start mocking your clone
Teleport to your wife in your home
Reproduce, have a kid, and name him Michael Rophone (Mike rophone) (Get It)
Cause I was raised off that murderous Pun rap
So fuck these new cats I don’t listen to that dumb crap
I hope you get a mic shoved into your but crack
And I hope your skinny jeans suffocate your nut sack
I flow so complex but spit effortless
I piss sentences, fart bars, and shit excellence
But literally, I’m not shouting in raps
I actually go to shit and excellence comes outta my ass
So I’ll take anything to benefit my budget
Not only a Rap Flow but it’s The Definition Of it
Hard to come by like a veteran with rhymes
Cause I’m classic like RA’s ‘Legends Never Die’