Spitiful - Keep It Real [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Spitiful]
Talk to any of these rappers nowadays
And all you'll ever hear is dreams of getting paid
But I'm in it for the music and the team
Secondary effect is the realization of a dream
I've got the grind of the busiest trucker
Gotta get to the top and can't be stopped by a lover
Nor a dime or a penny, none of it's getting spent
If you're with me all you should hope is that I'm a gent
Probably shouldn't even give up the time for donation
Cause every second I have is composed of concentration
Don't got a minute if you hatin'
But if you happen to be giving admiration
Or adulation
Then I promise the result will be amazing
Give Spock a gun and he still won't be phazing
This awesome assault being forced upon your mind
By the time that it's done, it'll be a Full House of one kind
Which simply suggests a break in the rules
Stray away from the average and you'll
Hang... Loose... Seek... Truth...
It's simpler than you expected it...
Asking what the message is while staring at your necklace
If that's what you protecting its gonna leave you helpless
I never been a fan of the sequel, so I gotta stay original for the people
Who wave their hands in the air as the music overtakes their veins
Talking only about names
Means you never had recognition of the game
So when you say you spit fire
I'll stay around since eventually that lighter
Will run out of butane
Which means that I can spark up my name
And get the heat that I deserve
Wild, but civil enough to find itself Church
I find it a little odd when they say the truth hurts
Because when you believed lies you found a way to make it work
And I would never confuse Confucius with a jerk
Trying to give advice from sights that he's never seen
While I try to reach the Eiffel Tower off promethazine
Coming down to people who continually slave
Just to learn there's a difference between what you need and what you crave
And by the time that it's over, hopefully self-realization will have come a little closer
Seated on a throne of clouds hoping heaven's just a jump away
Laughing looking back on your every Saturday
When you spent all that time being immature
Now you're thinking of them days wishing that you had more