Cappadonna - Raw [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro:]
Hood Life Nigga (yeah)
Virgo Power (they ain’t nothing sweet over here)
First cluster of stars in the universe (Frontin’ n’ stuntin’)
Mile wide [?] (...I’m wildin’ out)
Imma get this paper by any means necessary (...live this life like it’s my last)
Best Believe (ego trippin)
I’m on one (wildin’)

[Verse 1:] [Capadonna]
I’m in the hood like
Polo vest with mad ink on it
Blunt side with Diesel
Always got stink on it
Concrete babies
Pampers don’t fit em
Whoever don’t belong here
Somebody goin get em
I be in the projects, slums and the alleys
15 silk shirts, Jones and Balleys
125th Street rappin at rallys
But then it’s silk view so full of knowledge
Young n the restless
Never on the guest list
Scared we going come in the spot
And straight wreck shit
Child support getting paid
Before they accept it
But my pressure going buss
If I’m feeling rejected
Rap extremely good
And feel like i’m breathless
I do it for my family
And that’s why i’m blessed with it
Chicks keep hatin’
Cause they see my success with it
Pass it to my man
Cause he never fuckin mess with it

[Verse 2:] [Amar Divine]
Found the lights
Silent moon
Watching over us
To step into the room
The stars record
Especially what we do to em
The guards involved
Feel it when we come through
Sunday in the drum
I poke the lightning out her tongue
Imma hit the [?] of every function
We admit, immaculate spread
Hammer suckers submit
And even now the niggas game
Me some shit so righteous
Used to gettin’ loaded in cyphers
Mads getting [?] its the survival of crisis
Hold up the format and nobody like this
Won’t catch us in your average cyphers
We writers professionally
Came to knock you off your pedestal
All that rap criminal shit
Ya’ll rappers beat ain’t true
To rhyme like a vehicle
Move to forward tell the industry
Real niggas backin them up

[Verse 3:] [Lounger Low]
Yo hip hop lingers on
My man Angel Lue
I’m still rhyming direct
From the 1s and 2s
I’m in the hallway
I’m in the doorway
I still keep a skip by the steps
Man, all day
I’m a yes man
Fuck best man
Ya’ll know the niggas I’m fuckin with
Yes the Klan
Capadon, Raekwon, Chef, Method Man
And I remember the first every Summer Jam
King Just, KRO was the opener
And we came
A hundred and some niggas
Broke as fuck
Overlord, yea lord we wild wid it
Feather don’t know when
Them Staten niggas around wid it
Rap money
Crack every real night
Bitch give em the money
I still know the real rights
Hip hop pumpin
Hip hop jumpin
Ya’ll need to stop with that
Hip hop frontin
Ya’ll need to stop with that
Hip hop frontin
Ya’ll need to stop with that
Hip hop frontin

[Verse 4:][Don Shae]
You kill then you shot
Malcolm X in the frame
Damn man
These killas go’n murder to the game
Apply heat to beef
Like a burger to the flame
Murder the game
Brah heard you can do the same
I’m Hussein on the script
But I’m like Lou Kane when I flip
Brain’s what I hit
You lames go’n be sick
Like dysenteriae
4-4 to bury you
The more, the merrier
Let’s build a wall
I’m daring ya
Rest in Big Pun
You ain’t killed a monkey
You’re a gorilla
He ain’t building shade tho
Lettin em chains blow
Sometimes I wear hard
Yeah sometimes I halo
A death sentence
In the form of a union
I suggest [?]
Cause we normally shooting
Leave your chest [?]
For more recruiting
Like the label advance
Sink your ship like a naval advance

[Sample: Lord’a mercy]