Adam The Rapper - Considered... [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yo it's Adam and Cuth
Welcome to The Letters EP (welcome)
We got some soulness happening
Open your ears, sit back, listen

[Verse 1]
I said it before and I'll say it again
It's that Adam Rapper, some guys are like 'Bruv, what's with the name?'
Imagination fail major
Click clack conversation, engage
Firstly I never chose it - it chose me
And that's why I roll with it
When I rap still put my soul in it
I never care to be a clone in it
Giving less about my bars than how my clothes are fitting
Never been the type to [?]
Cos I don't live it
Don't leg it [?]
I don't reheat so believe me I won't sip it
Think outside the box or you won't tick it
If you're [?] lyrics
Still Megadeth blood flow [?]
On sofa at home sitting
Coco pops flickers
Wrist twitch from your fingers your watch ticking
Snot drips as you dream of the crop [?] mission
Look around like 'What's missing?'
All the chicks that you're not hitting
Quit now - I'm not kidding
Point is I'm still Adam when the beat stops
I'm happiest jamming in my clean socks
In the caf where I scan, see treetops
[?] beer down
Full stop breeze off
(And I'm gone)

[Interlude 1]
So what I'm saying
Is there is a method
To the lack of madness in the name
It has been considered
I know what I'm doing

[Verse 2]
So that told ya
Conversation over
No? Don't you wanna separate your real and your stage persona?
And mask myself - I play with the cards that I'm dealt
That Bruce hit is jarring as hell
I could bath in the smell
And you can ask, man I'm hard to repel
When I get my way [?]
[?]
Knock 'em sideways
Pull aside [?]
On a lot of slobber like the high grade
Copping clobber like they're nice
What a lot of bollocks, keep following the signs mate
Or find me a fire escape
Spit rinse out the briney taste of these pickled fish
Trained in the ways of the fickle chimp
High on the end-stench
Tripping off a knicker-sniff
Days fade sitting where a mirror is
I'll trip him, shattering his image that's seven years tough luck
Revoked priveleges, I sip gin, spit good
You front tiddlywinks
So what you hiding? A paid job?
The girl that you care for, the slacks that you wear on your days off?
I'm Adam on the stage and the same off
I like beer, biscuit and Kate lots

[Interlude 2]
I'm not into clouds
At weekends I hate shops
I just quit a lame job
In a bar full of vain toffs
I'm kinda clumsy I'm there when the plate drops
Got a lot of metal CDs I'll probably never trade off
I think poetry is great, what
When I freestyle I take off