The Cool Quest - 1993 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: The Cool Quest]
Over medulla, I blow my potent and school ya
The truth is the truth, but you don't want it
Bust your ass for status to flaunt it
Generational backwater, mad slaughters
Smut was a pastor daughter, brought up by the bodega
Life word to my breed, my dark soul and creed
We die for niggas ain't share the same blood we bleed
Too free to enslave my mind to bullshit you instill
I'm still up, writing these rhymes
My niggas still out 4 a.m. moving dimes
Hopefully within the month he move up to quarters
Real shit on his mind like trying to feed his daughter
Soon come, we come up, order like 4 of them brolic bottles in the club
Hoes with drastic asses come and show us some love
Niggas stop hating and finally bump to my tape
Late but better than never
Phony niggas I just had to sever like a limb that got crushed
My mind's dim gotta crush, dro, gotta crush this ho
Ain't tryna get trucked off for bucking so I crushed his dome with my 44'
I be around, in the park we used to play in
But now all we do is drink brews and watch the bums laying
So day in, day out, I watch my niggas fly south
Thoughts of a better life, plight is trife, more to it than a cyph
Lights of my city I see them in the distance but I be here
Watching my back, grabbing the strap I left in the house
I'm bugged, tryna catch a buzz 'fore I catch a slug

[Hook]
It's just a 93 dream though
Smoke weed, fuck bitches, get the cream though
Real niggas, real niggas pull triggers though
93 'til forever nigga ain't you know?

[Verse 2: The Cool Quest]
I ain't crazy, it's just the hood make my mind react
Nigga I ain't tryna be down, I'm just tryna adapt
Fuck with the right niggas, cause some will make your mind go "splat!"
I'd rather be the nigga on the other side like "blat!"
If I had to choose, but I'd just rather cruise
Driver seat beamer on the Deagan
Speedin, bumping Nas, dolo cheefin'
Whatever crew feeling brave then I'm solo reachin'
Quick to run to heat, well these niggas got hot first
It's more to rap than just a hot verse
That's if you really mean what the fuck you say
These niggas picked the wrong day like they fucked with Dre
Heard Cruel Summer now I don't really fuck with Yay
My summer was really cruel, not celebrity ridicule
I ain't fucking Kim, so how cruel was your summer really dude?
I be lampin', like it's still '93 on the speakers
Crushing all these green bits, bumping to all that G shit
Nobody hearing real rap, I'm still spittin' it
Pen a verse end your career while I'm shittin' kid
You can get with this shit or get with that
You can get loud and very easy get the strap
That's just how we act, no surprise we so niggerish
Pipe a ho raw and pray for impotence
Guns, salute life, 93 til it's infinite

[Hook]