Vandalyzm - Chip [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]:
I spit like I got a chip on my shoulder
I rhyme like the whole world against me
I spit like I got a chip on my shoulder
I rhyme like the whole world against me

[Verse One]:
You can't even master
I was born with a gift and bred with a passion
Deuce writin' and spit for that bread with a passion
Used to be for the love, a nigga kinda past it
That's what y'all call talent?
A gift and a curse
It's a candy coat in acid
The best and the worst
Labels tell me I'm fantastic
But don't know what to do with me
So the steady droppin' bars, the shit is gettin' tragic
So now I'm ready to brawl, I'm wanna ski mask it
Get the cock it back shit
See an A&R, get to poppin' that shit
It be like magic when I let them bliggums hit 'em, got him lit like some matches
And yeah I'm kinda mad kid, it's ? without ?
Cause they fuckin' with my livelihood, they comin' for my neck
And I'm tryin' to provide the hood and come up with a check
When a niggas favorite words is "can you wait just for a sec"
I ain't gotta sec
A nigga barely breathin' now
I'm in my momma's basement with no signs of leavin' now
I worked the hell out of a part time job
That only pay a nigga monthly now I'm livin' like a slob
On top of that a nigga got a car note and student loans
A maxed out credit card and don't forget my cell phone
Whatever's left after that will have a nigga hot
But no that's for the studio, I gotta buy a block
And all to show what?
I got a new sound and labels quick to dismiss cause they want it dumbed down
Nope, I don't sound country and that's kinda expected
Cause the nigga from St. Louis now this shit is gettin' hectic
Ain't that ain't me
Cause niggas I ain't country and I'll never be
That ain't a diss to nobody but I'm sure that y'all feelin' me
St. Louis ain't the south, it's the Midwest geographically
How I know dawg? Cause on the map I'm a legend
My lyrics hellbent, fightin' through to see heaven
Y'all in this Church Of Life and Vandalyzm is the reverend
So um, Amen saints, turn your rhyme books to the book of me
I hope this song help you get a better look at me

[Chorus]:
I spit like I got a chip on my shoulder
I rhyme like the whole world against me
I spit like I got a chip on my shoulder
I rhyme like the whole world against me

Payin' to win homie, say it again
Now where I'm from?
Payin' to win homie, say it again
Now where I'm from?
Payin' to win homie, say it again and again and again
Now where I'm from?
Payin' to win homie, say it again
Yeah