B.G. - Newspaper Stand [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

First few lines of everyone's first record is shit
So imma do it retro, boot up 8 bit

Under these streetlamps is where I get lit
Kick you out of the game like U.S. did to the brit

I see a page fly by right beside me
Missed the box you be littering on my street

Paper always do you better than bright pocket
Detroit home your phone and triple lock it

This tech connects people but make them blind
Paper News receding like Lebron’s Hairline

Life gave lemons, but I’m feeling sublime
Newspaper’s like my girl, cause man she’s a dime

If you think i'm dope, man I ain’t even tryin
If you think i’m shit, your girls probably in line

Trying to find my nemo, as she’s slightly inclined
See my fresh figure and shes screaming mine, mine!

Some of the rappers out here spit about some real shit
While most rappers out there are real shit

Most kids tweet, not wall street I reckon
Phones attracting them like tween girls to 5 seconds

But pay attention now cause I am your leader
My bars schooling more black kids than Angelina

Tallest brown man in the game since Doctor Dre
All these basic hoes want me like my name chipotle

*Break*

And it goes a little something like this x4

*Break*

I lay you down on my bars, they soft as satin
Call me Davy Jones cause I’m releasing the kraken

Speaking of pirates, you’ll be shipwrecked
Not by the black pearl, but by this brown deck

Rhymes flow like the ocean, I keep west Coastin’
VW PASSAT crusin’ in slow motion

Spitting fire, so hot, Here is some lotion
Heal up your life points while I sip on that potion

Tricky like a legerdemain, rolling in those benjamins
These bars sneak behind and surprise you call me
Slenderman

My ostentatious flow so dope sentenced to penitentiary
Rap doubles as a supplement to SAT vocabulary

Lyrics so on point that it might cause irritation
Lyrics so tough, that they can’t be solved by an asian

Lyrics so hot that they’re measured in Kelvin
Lyrics so fresh they store them in aisle Seven

Next few lines will make Mozart burn his wig
Make 2Pac resurrect, and make Tyrion big

ZP Spreading like Cancer, World’s Smoking a cig
Labels Sign over this tan, guess I’m pulling the trig

Big Cereal mogul cause I’m cashing hella Chex
Close shaved the game, dropping beats like i’m Skrillex

Burned down Sleep Train cause I’m better than the rest
Hope you were taking notes cause this will be on the test