Nick Brewer - One Take Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Understand me
With a pen in my hand, I’m so handy
I don’t wanna dead any man, I’m not angry
Never had an enemy get at me, ask family
See me in a black top, black jeans, black watch, black heat
Packed in a black bag, facts that a man speaks
In the back of a black cab, but that’s me
There’s nothing flashy, actually
Give me the beat, I'll start spraying
A lot of man are archaic
They ain't even going half way an’
I get like that, man are mic man, get a mic stand
Give me the rhythm, I write, fam
And no, I ain’t got a million, still, I’m alright fam
If I’m calling you my brother I’m treating you like fam
And they see me I’ll be chilling and living my life fam
And it’s like that, they ain't doing it like man, sideman
With my right hand I’mma write 'em off
I don’t talk too much but I write a lot
I've got an old school flow with a grimy bop
I dance like a white boy, man are white and what?
I’ve got an idea, give me the mic and tell them right here
I don’t want to spit any lies, I know I tried, yeah
See me, I was in a disguise, but now I’m living my life
It’s time that I’ve got to let 'em inside
If you’re with me then walk with me
140 and I will talk quickly
I was waiting around till I did it myself
Like the major made me more indie
I’ve never been rude, I’m friendly
Give me the pen again, bruise, not empty
You can say what you want but I’m saying a lot
Man I bet I make you respect me
Brother don’t tempt me, try doubting again
Moved house and I’m not about on the ends
And I’m gonna get a time out better mind out
Who said I aren’t got bars got 1000 of them
So just know that
I showed that I don’t want to hold back
But I swear these guys don’t get me
Cause I don’t wanna talk like a roadman
No lying, it's true
I don’t know what I got to do
What have I gotta prove?
See I don’t want to lie to the youth
Cause I remember getting hyper when I was a yout
Thinking I want to be like them guys
So I MC’d like them
I didn’t want to be violent
But I thought I that I need like 10 stab wounds on me to be believed by them
You can’t deny a lot of people believe the bars you write
I don’t roll on a road with a 45
I guess me and most MCs aren’t alike
It’s no lie, still, though, I say what I feel
On a real I ain't trying to make a meal
But let me break it down
I’ve gotta make a sound
I know a few guys may not rate me now (why's that?)
Cause I ain't in the trap
And I don’t stay with a strap
And I don’t talk no playboy talk with the ladies
Maybe I’m mad
You can say that I am but I’m stating the facts
So tell me I’m so not real
Tell me I’m corny, tell me I’m cheesy
Tell me you think I’m a donut, still
Look, man a own up, I’m a grown up, give me a moment
Never hiding away, man, I’ll sit in the open
If you don’t like me then don’t mind me
That’s cool there’s plenty more fish in the ocean
And I’ve come a long way but still I’m evolving
Really I’m growing no more hitting and hoping
And my girl told me I’ve gotta live in the moment
And they know my tune, brother, didn’t you notice?