B.Reith - After the Beep [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: B. Reith]
Ay, ay, ay
Here I go
Deep South flow
Moved down here seven years ago
Ever since then I spit Gumbo
Little bit of pop
Little bit of soul
Little bit of Rock and a little bit of Roll
So they come a little bit, can I get an 'oooh'?
Can I get an 'Eh', 'Eh', can I get an 'Oh"?
Game wrapped up. Ribbon. Bow
Slice that beat, call me Kimbo
Like Turkey, Istanbul
Spit that fast, rhythm, slow it down
So they can understand
Why I flipped up and went Hip Hop
Seize the game, ain't got no slots
Didn't accept me the way I am
I'm not whoever you say I am
Don't compare me to you know who
That's just so like, 2002
Now I'm coming through with a chip on my shoulder
Got something to prove but nothing to lose
That, that combos dangerous, they banging this
From Bangladesh to Cambridge
I'm slang with this, bilingual, Spanglish
If tú no comprendes, this man caliente
Do this for gente, so I can pay me rent eh
Since they, sense of me, because I refuse to pretend to be
A beneficiary of this industry
I gotta wait to speak 'till after the *beep*

[Verse 2: B. Reith]
Verse two, how many of you
Wanna be a rapper when you grow up, hmm?
OK, here's a couple rules:
Things you should no do, and never do:
Rule 1: Don't do it for the fame
Don't for the money or you'll never be the same
You'll lose yourself trying to rock them chains
Drool on yourself trying to sport them thangs
Rule 2: Pick a name that's easy to remember and explain
Not hard to spell, not hard to say
I learned that one the hard way
Save them pennies like Hardaway
If you gotta work part time today, don't complain
Music is a really cool job, only problem is that it barely pays
And don't be a carbon copy
That's just unarmed robbery
Stay true to your artistry
No matter how hard it seems
These people are hard to please
So don't bother tryin'
You ain't selling it, they ain't buying
It's plain and simple, I ain't lying
Tell 'em Isaiah, they won't listen to Brian

[Verse 3: Isaiah Tate]
Yeah, And I feeling like B
Gotta talk Brits, gotta talk Keys
To make your name in this industry
If I ain't talking girls they ain't feeling me
Like, man, he wack (He wack)
Isaiah Tate where your piece at?
But he came to Earth, with a peace sign
Like E.T. but I from the new town
Word up, I'm like Merlin, with a verse its
Ever since life, I've been purchased
By the merchant who got more bucks
Touched G, thats [?]
Coming for the queen like Illmatic
Me and B. are like Stillmatic
Watching The Throne like a field-magnet
And I feel tragic like Park Jurassic
For the Aftermath like Marshall Mathers
Forget about what Shady do
Stuck to the script like Krazy Glue
True, eyes on the Kate, ah
MG hitting as like AI [?]
Live for His name not gradually
So I can live cool right after the *beep*