K. Jayz - Hip Hop Blues [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Me and my bitch took a little trip
Never mind let me rewind to go back to my shit

[Hook]
Bringing it back to life
Hip hop living in its afterlife
Whether I’m good or bad, I just rap life
Or I could be both sides like a hermaphrodite
Everybody always wanna fight, so everybody always wanna die
Never succeed
Aye! Get ready for the
Ah, ah, get ready for the
Get ready for the hip hop blues
Aye! Get ready for the
Ah, ah, get ready for the
Get ready for the hip hop blues

[Verse 1]
See I used to think that you was the person to hang with
But you attitude wasn’t really speaking the same language
So I really had to push you away bitch
Half of my flow is incredible
But one hundred percent is unbearable
Go ahead and do the math, ho
Some contemporaries really making better music
While some other niggas be making music to stop music
Or at least stop thinking
Stop rapping, your brain is made out of bacon
Stupid motherfuckers be thinking that they be ranking up
But they ain’t really doing enough
I know I wanna ride in a limousine
And really make it big, my mama dream
To have a better life than she ever could
I know I made a lot of bad choices in my life
And I know I really only have so much time to get it right
I gotta make my life good
Some other niggas have to make out the hood
I’m lucky enough to not be a statistic
I know some people in my life that wished it
Don’t be standing in the way of my appetite
I’m a hungry ass rapper and I’m rapping like
I’ma kill every single rapper that ain’t really acting right

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
So I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Since I believe in God, I don’t fear the threats
People love my music even if I don’t do my best
Knowledge is part of my dinner
I eat it for breakfast and lunch, so I aim to be a winner
Don’t be acting self-righteous, we all still sinners
And that’s some words of the wisdoms to the educators
And government leaders who really do not think we can make it
But little do they know, we on an escalator
To get to a better height, to get to a better day
To get to a better way of living life
Too many rappers be flip-flopping
Just to sell records, put money in they pocket
But wait a minute, I thought this was hip hop
And I would never fake and I would never debate it
I’m doing good, now niggas is hating
I used to not wanna be cold
I used to not wanna be cold, but niggas perpetuating that stupid flow
So I had to go off like an alarm
Going off like a bomb
Killing all the competition until I kill ‘em all

[Hook]