3 Lies - Dealer's Cards [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Daniel Brockwell]
I ain't gonna wait, got no fate to date
Man I hunger for the world to appreciate
These rhymes that I'm spitting like a dealer's cards
So could you stand right up, and get off your ass
This food ain't gonna pay itself
So chuck those shitty Wayne records off the shelf
Won't sell my name for a couple of bucks
Flashing me a few dollars; I don't give two fucks

[Verse 1: 3ly]
Sitting here in the studio got writers block
It's tick tock on the clock
Real talk, real shit
Homicidal misfit
Minds twisted yet simplistic
Pessimistic better give him his biscuit on christmas
Because he's eating you up, it's on his wish list
Intricate lyricist Displays blank innocence
I'm an excuse of a human being
It's something I'm guaranteeing on you agreeing
Ruin businesses what year is this
Fuck stealing peoples lines, I take this shit serious
Girls I count them like myriads
Mad at me you're on your period
Why?
Theres 3 lies
Like 3ly
Not rapping
Not fapping
Girls I'm not tapping
And I put it in the back and I

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 3ly]
I've got nothing to my name, no money, superstardom
Or no fame, yet these rapper know I'm on top of my game
I'm dope, I'm great, wanna bet let's go back to October 28
We won't go back there, it's classified as rape
Your girl is exuberant, take care of her with no lubricant
I never said sex, you're just assuming it
Name a beat that I can't murk
I'll leave you sweating
Like Earl's shirt
You creepy motherfucker like Herbert
Take the 'E.R.T' of the end, I smoke that
Most of these cats, don't know how to chase the rats
But that ain't my beef, prefer to go ham with some lettuce and cheese
These rapper's so cut they be surfing the reef
Stop trying to be deep, let's see if Brockwell can handle the heat