Ty Infinite - Reality Check [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[1st Verse: Ty Infinite]
Black pants, black shirt, black intentions for my redemption
Effectively relieving internal tension
The question is, who gets it?
"Me?", right, you guessed it
I freshen up my Nike Checks and then I find direction
I'm going off the deep end
Cause these freaking fakes are speaking like they real
And all you clones are always frontline and believing
When they in your face lying and deceiving, scheming
While I'm dividing demons like a bible with a priest reading
Now I'm seeming pretty real to you, huh?
Well that is the power of what these lyrics do, "huh!"
But anyone can rent a gun until they spree is sec to none
The metaphor is a figure four on the floor to those I abhor
So pick it up if you daring to buck
With all you chumps and punks, I'm apparently done
You can find me in the Back Lot flaring the gun
The pop in awe while I'm just like, "What you staring at huh?"

[2nd Verse: Slawth]
Follow the voices to kill and erase the whispering
And found nothing but peace in my late night scribblings
Be yourself or be aware the end is imminent
I'll be the light to shine through and guide whoever's listening
Listen, you should know the deepest part of me's bright
And it will surely play a victim to a beast in the night
The words bleed through the paper and the speakers erupt
When everything around me crumbles before turning to dust
Look I know you're disappointed and I love you to death
But as an artist to a fan, I hope you learn to accept
That with every release I'm pleased to open my chest
But with each and every song comes emotional stress
And still I trudge through the darkest of days
Fuck an umbrella
I love it because my tears become a part of the rain
Cause if you saw me in the sun, you'd never see me the same
So when you're noticing the change, keep applauding the name

[3rd Verse: Ty Infinite]
Now pass the torch, I've lapped past and more
I'm finna relax, I'm bored, so pass crack and whores
Until I'm busting through the doors of hell
And rushing through determined to kill them
Gushy as they cut like melons
Fucking up where the beast is dwelling
Like those 300 men, I'm so compelling
With the appearance of a felon
Fuck your wellness, I'm a vine of cancer, you're the trellis
So learn your lesson fellas, tuck the nuts
You just some jealous bitches
And you need to quit the sickly ego swelling
When life tries handing me lemons man
I squeeze them, squirt them right in its eye
It tries to release the burning but it keeps on like a fire
Which keeps on like a liar that will never learn until he's dying
Only sign he'll ever see is when it's too late for trying
Such a shame, same thing again
Eternal everlasting pain for anyone with a name
And for those without, do not think that you're safe
It won't wait and surely it don't discriminate

[4th Verse: Cory Bugz]
Why do you try to crucify my image when I'm gripping the mic?
I done put my fight into my winnings, hoping I'm right
Step back, I'm apparently fucked up
Emotion in my songs but they get scared when I fuck up
And get shook when I open a can of whoop ass in this fuck luck
I'm just making it by but I want a vial of that dumb stuff
Because I never had shit, now I just take what I want
Take my music as it is or listen deeper in the fun
Calm down, you're that negative in my positive bubble
So if you want the trouble, double the dose of ammi in your muscle
Then tussle and rumble inside my jungle, spitting jumbo
Shake up your mind to blind you from the beast that is muzzled
In this rap game coming to get this rap name
Known as the Rap King, I think local does it the best man
Have a feeling I could be the best ever
It just so happens I'm one of the people who can stomach the weather