Fuze The MC - Wager [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Fuze The MC]

Who wants to wager that we won't go major
Turn pages forever in my book of rhymes for cheddar
Whoever stand between me and my endeavors gets severed
For better or worse, my verse is like the treasure
It hurts to see my brothers doing dirt
I'm trying to build an ecosystem they ain't gotta murk
It's funny cause they smirk and say
That you some panther type nigga
Well that's ironic, a Panther type nigga
I figured the figures and the riches were eminent
But in this game, you could lose yourself like Eminem
So I'm trying to find peace, love, and other synonyms
To combat the sentiment
But in the city of ignorance only weapon is penmanship
So they see my No. B. S. and they ask about membership
Just a couple of ministers who claim to be militant
Killin' the game, guilty as charged but claim innocent
In a minute my sentences land me behind bars
Land me behind stage, just land me beside stars
Who say I'll be the greatest and I tell 'em by far
Like So La Ti Do Re Mi, do you see how Fa?
My music goes out through a rose for all the slain, uh
You feel the pose, I'm filling shows
I'm sorry to break your heart
I tend to go like Timberlo
That's too cold, too harsh
I 'member flows that I disposed
That could probably reach the charts
But I ain't trying to reach the charts man
I'm trying to reach the block
Like an actor going over lines is trying to learn his part
You trying to save the world
You gotta know the cost
You gotta tote the iron man to be the Tony Starks
That's too deep, I'm too street
Like a fork in the road, but a fork in the flow
Put a food for thought in an uzi
It's spittin, and rippin it right through your mind
They said It Was Written, you about to get mine
This shit right here is so devine
I hop on the stage and I'm blowing their mind
They're glarin' and starin' not blinking their eyes
All of my niggas are paid and we ride
All of my niggas are paid and we ride
Forgive me I'm really dividing up pies
So people can eat and I stay on my grind
But in this game of hip hop
It's sort of like Spades
It's more 'bout who you playing with and less 'bout how you play
They screaming for Wayne, shoot, and Bruce is on the way
With no super powers, just some records in a crate
It's about to be a dark night, I hope you brought your cape
See that's Nobel Black Society
Leaders of a race