Jean Grae - U... Me... All Ov Us [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus - (Da Beatminerz) and Jean Grae]
(You...) Gotta get your damn hands up
(Me...) Must keep on giving my all until
(All of us...) Got it locked for real, and stay strong ‘til the truth’s revealed
Keep on my niggas...

(You...) Gotta get your paper tight
(Me...) Gotta get my paper right until
(All of us...) Then invest, get it back, stay flippin’ it, they doin’ it
Heads up, niggas, come on...

(You...) Stay maintaining this rock
(Me...) Must speak truth every drop
(All of us...) Still stay running from the cops
Y’all know ain’t nothing changed much...

(You...) Gotta know who you are and
(Me...) Must take this further man ‘til one day
(All of us...) We can all stand strong together
And no man is severin’, not ever

[Verse 1 – Jean Grae]
I see the responsibility
I'm cleverer than most others
Don't smother these bars
I don't clutter it with garbage
Won't mutter it unless it’s simply marvelous
And I need to know I’m a part of this
Renaissance—shift over the marketin’
Won’t bother me hardly
My mind, since back to starvin’
Part partial to startin’
Huge riots started by new pre-OTT’s
Move out the way, biatch, or end up in triage
We got more this year
Severe rain—increased the flame
Little bit higher
So fire slips out the frame
Until I retire, that’s never
Y’all can remain ambivalent
‘Cause from this point, nothing’s changed the sentiments
Quitting is now hard to say just like cinnamon
I fear…


[Chorus - (Da Beatminerz) and Jean Grae]
(You...) Gotta know when it’s time to stand up
(Me...) Must keep everybody crunk
(All of us...) Must speak when want, don't sleep—it’s important
Trust I wouldn’t lie to ya

(You...) Must get your hands in the sky
(Me...) We’ll keep this party live until
(All of us...) Fall out
Now it’s time for some of y’all to get called out

[Verse 2 – Jean Grae]
I gotta build every record, keep reachin’
Lover of free speech
Fucker with these beats
Bubbling names
Struggle fame made stronger by
Ducking our aim
Sucking pain
I'll bomb your chain
Right off your torso, and also
Disconnect your neck from your poor throat for
Tryin’ to take my
Glory and my shine
You'll get floored ‘til your pourin’ it south
Beyond permanent pause at the coroner’s house
Time is the case
And I'm on with fine pace
In a line so proper from my momma—I’m laced
And my pockets got poppin’
But I'm on the paper chase
I don't fuck around
You better shut your mouth
‘Til me spill rounds, all of us running out
I've got a cunning mouth
Y’all got a cunt in yours—I'm out
Catch y’all on tour…

[Chorus - (Da Beatminerz) and Jean Grae]
(You...) Gotta get your damn hands up
(Me...) Must keep on giving my all until
(All of us...) Got it locked for real, and stay strong ‘til the truth’s revealed
Keep on my niggas...

(You...) Gotta get your paper tight
(Me...) Gotta get my paper right until
(All of us...) Then invest, get it back, stay flippin’ it, they doin’ it
Heads up, niggas, come on...

(You...) Stay maintaining this rock
(Me...) Must speak truth every drop
(All of us...) Still stay running from the cops
Y’all know ain’t nothing changed much...

(You...) Hey thanks for feelin’ this song
(Me...) I’m out… Keep goin’…
(All of us...)