Doron Lev and Uglybraine - Born 2 Be [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Born to be an ugly brainchild, born to be a no-name flame-spitting beast in the wild;
Once in every each in a while, known to skydive off a highrise, cheat the reaper and smile
Born in the 70s, born to rip melodies, born to be sworn to refuse to admit felonies
Born to swash-buckle, I got hustle. Yeah, born to bag bitches, they stay on the cock muscle
Born to rise, born to perform and storm the skies, born to be sworn by those foes in disguise. Those who despise, born to rock huff chewbac fill a shoe box with those rolls of the fives
In other words I was born for the ride
We all born to eat, sleep, shit, meet our own demise
I was born to smoke those, get high. Bottom line I was born to spit poems, split domes and die. Bye
[I’m tired of this]
I was born dead; but still born Doron Lev
Born to send EKGs into code red
Born to be a bilingual bullet-dodging blockbuster, belligerent no-good boot-knocking beer guzzler. Born to be a dollar-stacking record-selling fella whose record’s telling the illest tales of jungle dwelling legends
Born to poor immigrants with more vigilance than a pack of renegade rebel war militants
Born in the southeast with a mouthpiece for talking shit to police, pounding on beats
Born to make money hand over fist, born to take money, make tourists hand over their shit
Born with a chip on my shoulder, on the corner, spitting in my bib with my spliff in the stroller
Born to shit on half of these clowns, defy gravity selling out to full capacity crowds