T - - [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[INTRO]

[Verse 1: T]

I'm not a high school drop-out, I've earned my stripes
Showing the world that, even screw ups, can do things right
I've only got this one shot, and I swear I'm going to take it
People saying, "What's your deal?" I'm saying, "I'm independent"
Get it?
Never sold crack, I've never ever packed a gun
But I'm not another "wannabe", I know where I'm from
Spitting subliminal messages, can you read between the lines?
I don't go to high school, no, I go to school high
I'm out here singing hooks, you croak like a frog
While you were playing X-Box, I caddied for the mob
These people say that I'm gifted, It's evident that I rip it
And I run it like a whippet, you're writing to tagged snippets
I'm not going for second, I'm going for the crown
I'm going in like the Seals in "Black Hawk Down"
Sorry that I seem filthy, I don't have a filter
Got the looks of "Shitbreak" but the game of Steve Stifler

[HOOK]

[Verse 2: Mike Cantrell]

Summer-time's over, I'm not ever mad
Summer-time fling, yeah, I sever that
I got them clever rhymes, I got them clever raps
I'm curiosity, now who are these other cats?
Now who these other bitches looking for the riches?
My flow is complementary, like rivers under bridges
Flip switches, about to shed some light up on this game
I'm a beauty, I'm a beast, I'm impossible to tame
Picture this, living in a frame
Where I everything I put out, It always sounds the same
That's for the lames, now look what I became
Finally turned this hobby into fame
Know the name, Cantrell

[HOOK]

[Verse 3: T]

Sometimes I'm selfish in my ways, I want a new car, some new hats
But I also have to be thankful for the things that I do have
Theres more to that, more to me, more to spit
I won't stop until I'm Bruce Wayne or Richie Porter rich
See I'm the white, rapping, heathen-version of Cat Stevens
Beaming in "Beemers", dreaming Kel and Kenan dreams since I was a siemen
Raised on apple juice, Blue's Clues and Amphetimines
Just an average kid, with some psychopathic tendencies
Cold flow, like Boulder, lines hit like a rock
And when the lyrics are extra-sick, I send them to Doc
Everywhere I go in my state, these people say that I'm "Dirty"
That's got to mean something, because I live in New Jersey
American Pie, you only got a small piece
And if the song doesn't bump, I won't have it released
Poetic, you bet it, "Hip-Hop, it's been a little while"
But I don't need to hear you talk, I just want to see you smile

[OUTRO]