Lunar C - Radio 1 Freestyle (Explicit) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yo, Lunar C, Fly Tippers
Big up Seany B, 1Xtra, WY, Sinoptic, buh! Yonnabout
(Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G O D)

[Verse 1]
I'm aggy like a feral pitbull with a chewed off nose
Snarling with his one and only tooth on show
Have you not know I got that New God Flow
But that ain't gonna guarantee that my new song blows
Seany B just sent me these free beats to smash
'Bout to rap for my city and FT's the gat
Two eye holes cut into a beanie hat
Slim blues and some sour diesel in a sealy bag
If my epitaph reads everything I'm a legend at
When I die and get cremated I'll need an extra plaque
Just to commemorate everything I'm remembered as
Nah I'm just getting gassed, I'm just the best at rap
And I wouldn't be nothing without a pen and pad
They're asking how I write rhymes when I'm getting that
Faded, faded, faded
Tipper I'm faded, faded, faded
Tipper I'm faded, fffaded, faded, yo

[Verse 2]
Flow so heavy when I drop a bar I lose weight
But everbody's looking for the new Drake
I don't really know about this new wave
I thought Tyga was wack until I heard 2 Chainz
But I'm still smashing this beat
Only simpletons think my rapping is weak
Cause my style's unorthodox like a jab to the cheek
Followed by a headbutt to the back of the knee
Buh, Fly Tippers, aka Wastemen
I'll fuck up your rep like a loose screw in a weight bench
To think that cause I ain't rappin 'bout guns that I ain't from the street
But they don't know where I come from like donner meat
Get lippy I'll karate chop your bonnet off
I body bag copy cat rappers and let the carcass rot
Big up Seany B, Mista Jam and Charlie Sloth
DJ's that recognize my skill and don't par me off
Yeah I realize I'm only known for battle rap
But saying that's all I can do's the straw that broke the camel's back
How do you think I got all these rap bitches on my dick
Like they think talent is sexually transmitted
In my books are swinging off a chandelier
My success so far's got them acting weird
But when I'm in the dojo there's nothing that I fear
So when you hear "Buh!" blood on the mat appears
Wait, oh you don't get that lyric damn
Before you figure it out listen to this
I have two pictures on my mantle piece but I don't have no piggy bank
I'm trying to tell 'em why I need one in the middle man

[Verse 3]
Head in my hands with the devil on my shoulder
Telling me to quit cause I ain't never getting closer
Angel on my right side saying that it's my time
I ain't gonna rest until I'm dead or in a coma
It's every man for theirself so either find a way to eat or starve
But it ain't all about beefing and being hard
Maybe people'll pay attention and feel your bars
If you talk some real shit instead of talking 'bout how real you are
And they ain't clocking my moves I'm leaving no trail
I strike while the iron's hot before the smoke's stale
And I don't need to hang off nobody's coat tails
I got too many people telling me I won't fail
How come I felt better when they said they hate me
Maybe some of them just realized they'd never change me
These fans are getting crazy
Asking questions 'bout my life and trying to interrogate me like I'm Kevin Spacey
I'm just glad I got some of 'em in my corner
Cause all my life I been nothing like a hoarder
And sort of still am but with big plans
I take chances even though I can't afford to
I was sleeping on the sofa at my friend flat skint
Never knew my chances could get that slim
Now there's fire in my belly and my head's back in it
Let them losers do their worst and may the best man win

Buh, Lunar C!
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Safe!