The Archtalesman - Suburb Swag [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Chris G.]
What's up, I’m Christ-like, clear eyes to eyesight
My height is alright, but my plight is quite blight
Cause I write every night, and try to rap tight
And think I’m so nice, but I just lack hype (heh)
Trite lamentations ripe from an up-and-comer
I can’t complain, I just started last summer
But fast I am becoming a problem for this Autumn
Fire raining verses like I’m spitting on Sodom
Don’t look, just listen, or you will turn to salt
Sorry for your eye-glisten, I think it’s my fault
Cause this beat is so good, coupled with an impassioned flow
Just enough to get a tear drop from your lacrimal

[Random Guitar Solo]

[Verse 2: Chris G.]
I’m at Hot Topic, at ease, like a tropic breeze
Cleaning out the novelty tees with the cheap fees
Peachy keen, I feel squeaky clean
Strolling out the store sporting a Marvel team
Hard to seem like a child anymore
Since my biceps dissect my shirt like Thor
But distinction’s the allure
So I’m thinking I am sore
Visibly bruised reppin' me to the core
I need someone video-ing me please
Capturing all my idiosyncrasies
Staying fresh, indeed, so instinctively
No Subway needed, can you sink it please?

[Random Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3: Chris G.]
This was the first beat I made that was good
I couldn’t let rap music stay in the hood
I’m sure a street elitist will pray that I would
But in the game, I promised to stay so I stood
At my picture booth, steady thumb-tap rappin'
Hellbent with an intent, to make my dreams happen
Echoes of my flows from all my fans clappin'
Sold out shows from L.A. to Manhattan
This hasn’t yet occurred, but this verse was designed
To serve and remind when my spirits decline
To stay on my grind until the day I find
That I am the greatest artist of all time