Spose - You Can't Get There From Here [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

With no rims on the whip and no collagen lips
I rip through the state of Maine with the halogens lit
I'm not Rick but I spit Slick
I'm raping and making the fakest of rappers who're thinking they're sinking my ship quit quick
ALL ABOARD
From the state where they think we all mate
With our cousins with no indoor plumbing
Moose by the bakers dozen
We got lakes, ponds, deer on lawns
Puff upon chron' rockin' long johns
Spat verses over purchased thirty racks of beer
Made peers laugh and cheer
Throw a hand up in the atmosphere
Cuz everybody knows my name like the cast of cheers
But they say I shouldn't rap from here: I made it finally
Puffed all kinda leaves
Wack rapper, time to leave
Rhyme's sick, lyme disease
Pine trees, skate rails
While mostly white trophy wifes rock fake nails at bake sales
And all the haters say

[Hook]
Are you out of your brain?!?!
Rapping from maine??!?!
You must be insane!
Cuz you can't get there from here
Or delusional
Please quit the beats
And retreat to the cubicle
You can't get there from here
You must've lost your mind!
I mean, those rhymes:
They were fine for the time
But you can't get there from here
You're from the eastern-most, northern-most, boredom-soaked state
You can't be great
You can't get there from here

[Verse 2]

I'm from where teenage moms and their babies dwell
Where people downgrade from cocaine to oxy pills
Where the wives get beat and no one hears them yell
And it's not compton or brooklyn or ATL
We spend most times weeded
Cuz the coastline's scenic
But the chances of succeeding are slimmer than a bulimic
Still I put my life in rhyme form and recorded it
On my debut and stayed true to my coordinates
No, never aborted it
Ask my subordinates
Since back when my weed had more seeds than tournaments
I'm going for the gold (as if that wasn't obvious)
And stopping Spose? that's like tryna handcuff an octopus
Woke up every morning wrote a new verse
Even if I wasn't winning I wasn't a loser
Look if you want to excel like huge shirts
Doesn't matter what your zipcode is, just do work

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

They say you can't get theya from heya without magic
Well POOF! I Google Maps'd it. I'm there, maxin'
I-i-i seen em laughing now I'm the Maine attraction
And when I die, they'll pour out all their Pabst in my absence
Steered off course fuck your path I'm the
Captain Crunch time all day, serial with my actions
No need for Lucky Charms just a bit of passion
To make it from where Frosted Flakes fall to relaxin'
Yeah I fooled fools, used Trix on silly rabbits
Did it just for Kix when I started out rapping
And I grew up in Maine so they said, "It'll never happen."
But we got the alphabet, too, and I'm nasty:
Coming to kill it abilities some of the illest they
Ever did see and they love it. they haven't a crumb of my skill and I'm sonning the dumbest of villains (i'm cunning) I stomached the summit no vomiting from it, above all the beef and the killing and bluffing, I'm bigger than something to bump when you're drunk and you're puffing your stuff. call me Spose

[Hook]

Or so they say
To my man Cam Groves
Stiky-1
F4
And to them motherfuckin Educated Advocates
Keep keep on
To lab 7
Luch and eliza
Just keep keep on
To my man foodstamp
Keep keep on and on and on and on