Jet 2 - The Future [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
And this is my art of ambition; perseverance is a tactic
Gotta shape the future, cause the past will never last
Bring hope to every adolescence that has never had shit
Stick to the track, shit you could feel the traction
Aggressive to the music, but in person quite passive
Hop up in the booth and every verse is like magic
Full fledge thought process seem exact
Too sick, nigga bring the flu to school, every beat I do is a classic
Mutha fuck a get well, mutha fuck a vacci-nation
I'm chasin' my dreams until my legs swell
Self made nigga, who said I can't have shit
Grab shit, paint a perfect picture down in pastels
I swear that I would excel, flow so extra large
Them niggas bring the worst of me, but I'mma get the best of y'all
Bring the best out of ya
Ain't no time for breaks
You gotta murder the mile if you wanna win the eight
And the pain that's burning inside is the reason I picture greatness
Got the pedal to the metal, hydro plane if I brake it
Crashing right into success even if I don't make it
Even if I don't make it, crashing right into success, nigga
Tears in my eyes for every opportunity I never had the turn to get
When I do, I'mma murder it
I'm lost inside and you can see it in my eyes
So don't be surprised in the future when you see me in the sky

[Verse 2]
When you see me in the sky
When you see me in the sky, wait
Soaring in the cloudscape
Living out visions during rapid eye movement
Feeling like I'm halluci-
Faded off the way I can see all my contemplations coming true and
I did it when they said I couldn't do it
Every thing takes time, but patience's nothing to a student
Hip-hop, welcome to the future, nigga
And this is just a passion
On these tracks, I'm athle-tic, spit shit around the 46 bracket
Wanna go olympic? It can only come with practice
And the pain is my writer, got me feeling paraphrastic
Set it off, I'm taking shots, Latifah scene shit
In the whip by the pigs, hopping out, I'm still blasting
Leaving like a rider, got my seatbelt fastened
Strapped like the press button, do it for the crew nigga!
Let a nigga speak the truth, nigga
I get angry in the booth, nigga!
Emotions determined by music, nigga
I'm the future, nigga!
The few niggas that are the future of music, nigga!
Been treated like shit my whole life
Now I'mma blossom like an angel, bitch snow white
Fuck the seven dwarfs nigga
I'm countin' every last step
I let God be my mapquest
My crew Wrekless ain't crash yet
We bubble numbers like a math test; scratch paper, nigga
Super super calculus nigga
Do so many numbers, can't count the shit nigga
You might win some, but you just lost one
And I'm on top of the hill, shout out to Lauryn
Stand still in front of enemies and nigga, don't run
I got a heart full of pain, muhhfuck- I tote tons
Muhhfucka. They say "Money Talks," Chris Tucker
Ain't got many bills, but I make gates open the fuck up
By knocking so persistently until they can't resist it
See they can't help but happen to acknowledge all my consistencies
The pain is so efficient, so I gotta spit efficiently
I may break but never bait like a bunch of captured fish in sea
Never thinking twice and yet I use my wisdom sensibly
Riding beside divinity 'til the clock hits infinity, nigga

[Outro]
And I'm the future