Stanley Ipkuss - Gen.y's [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

W-w-w-watch me grab the mic with no drink in my hand
Got to have a sober mind when you're thinking of plans
Other folks wasting time, watch them sink in the sane
While I work out the kink in the strands
Gotta keep it motivated even if you try to bring in your clan
Catch me posted on your block, dripping krink and some cans
Pieces you couldn't color with a pink enough crayon
You on that inner-circle mind state, shrinking your brand
No new friends huh? Sure that keeps your links in demand?
It's a sticky situation and ya'll reeking of jam
Want to spread your music online and deepen your fans?
Well lets reach an agreement in hopes that we can expand
First, you're not famous why you try to make it so?
Paying money for following to follow ratios
It disgusts me like swallowing from dog fellatio
Music sound like you wallow in what's on the radio
And you probably are, but it's not my job to care
Just saying, all your recordings sound like you fought for air
I'ma stop you there, but the more i peel through the layers
It amazes me how many appeal to what's there
I mean now a days everyone's a producer, a rapper
A photographer, actor, or a model and dapper
Thinking 'bout they double-O-T-D's going day to day
Maybe if I rocked some fitted Jays i'd probably get more plays
But eh, it's ripped stained jeans and windbreakers
Slick paintings with brick slayers
You'd probably reblog it, but we see it through our eyes
Physical manifestations leaving you surprised
Treat you to our lives, only seconds you would last, last
Party like its 99, headed to the past
Pleasant you would ask, keep that for the shelves
Bottom line is, let your art speak for itself
For itself