Grip Grand - Rewinder [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
Dear Universe, since we last spoke
I been trying to work the angles ‘cuz the label’s flat broke
Did my last quote-unquote "smash" get the cash? Nope
Now I’m comin’ back hard like Everlast on That’s Coke
I been runnin’ rap hard, never had a track coach
But as far as dope beats and bars, I had both
You need better punchlines like a bad joke?
Well Grip could ghostwrite ‘em
They scared like ghost sightings
Frightened, and lookin’ for holes to go hide in
I’m lookin’ for a booth my flows can go live in
There’s no rhymin' you could beat me with
Terminal illness, Grip is completely sick
Don’t ask me if I like your show -- yo, I hate it
I only think a song is “Ohhh!!” if I made it
Even after I faded away they still say
I spit so many times my flow’s dehydrated
They like it when I’m speakin’ on life like wise men
They like it when I be on the mic like Rakim
They like it just enough to get played
But not enough to get paid
Or get my record to break the Top Ten
The DJ make it blend like Ron G
In the studio, trying to produce like Paul C
You don’t know the blood, sweat, and the tears it cost me
Man, I’m tired of y’all thinkin’ our styles are all free
...Nah, I’m just playin’
But I’m not against makin’ the dough, I’m just sayin’
You know my frustration
So that’s why I act like I will crack a rapper in half like crustaceans
Dirty like the bathroom at the bus station
Or clean like a bottle of bleach
I breathe fire when I speak
I spit sharp like I filed my teeth
I sleep on a mountain of bones and a pile of beats
I eat break-loops for breakfast, lyrics for lunch
I kill a track after hearin’ it once
I don’t care if you front
I’m in the cut like a razor blade, tearin’ it up
Gave it away like spare change in a cup
Me and Sha give the people more bang for they buck
A volcano, can’t wait to erupt
My flow hot as a stove
A superpower ‘bout to conquer the globe
Walk in the door & split a rapper like a fork in the road
Other writers wanna cipher like I’m talkin’ in code
They get weak and collapse, I’m just speakin’ the facts
I’m still swingin’ like a lumberjack choppin’ down trees with a axe
Except I’m choppin’ MCs with my raps
Now I’m back on this Grip-plus-Shalem collab
Stay in the lab and make a song every day-and-a-half
It’s so easy, your man got a plan and a fortified DJ
That jam like the 405 freeway