Shad + Skratch Bastid - Classic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Let it go

[Hook - Various Scratches]
You know my name
Shad...Shad...Shad
We not playing
I put words together like magic...magic
We can't stop
Man, this is classic
You know my name
Then you know that I'm...Skratch...Bastid
So that's what I'mma do. Take you back...take you back
Classic. Classic. Classic. Classic

[Verse 1]
Already classic, and it hasn't even happened yet
Bolt on that 100 meter dash with the fastest jet
Stepped on the track, and I already lapped the best
That's the flex. Classic as a Jazzy Jeff scratch cassette
Me and Bastid, we about as classic as classic gets
Classic as a Bob Cousy pass back to Havilcek
Going back to Cali, like going back to snapping necks
Going back to Nazareth classic. Hommie, Shad's a vet
Going over heads like you haven't had your baggage checked
Cats especially just match the bet, but I stack the deck
All good; I take cash or cheques
Spitting that classic slang. Catching wrecks
Mad corrects. Scratch the rest

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Check it out
I'm not trying to preach a sermon. I just keep returning
To these same proverbs, and wise words when I seek discernment
They find what I speak disturbing. They say my rapping is country
They say that rapping my country is like if Keith was urban
Looking street with the heater burning. I smirk
And then keep concerning myself with real wealth and deeper learning
You see, fashion's just a flash in the pan
What's classic stays classic 'till it's fashioned again
So I'd rather be the baddest with a pad and a pen
And just hot for a minute off some fad or a trend
That's the definition of classic. Shad with a gem
Still bright when the lights, or the cameras are dim
In a lab on a limb, and I've been out a while
They just cool down, but I never turn down the dial
Thoroughbred veteran. Ahead by a thousand miles
Being this good – that can never go out of style
Could it?

[Hook]