Nik Bates - BluMoonShoes. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
I be sitting in class
Rubber necking, I be guessing, just to make it and pass
I’m trying to make a little more than a splash
And I’m trying to do it fast, feel that whiplash?
Make the grade, things will Never Be The Same
Wake and bake, stay ahead of the game
‘Cause I’m a cut above the rest, you face defeat
As I cook up a speech, to lace the dope beats

[Verse 1]
Ay yo! Word on the street, you heard it from me
So Notoriously, feeling B.I.G., cause
I’m a half black half jap, cat spitting mad raps
I don’t pack the gat, but on a track I go clack clack
So stand back, before you get your cap splat
I’ll drop a bill on Vans, stacked, nigga, af- tax
You think you rap, but you stay spitting mad trash
I get mad laughs, ‘cause you dudes is mad whack
Hashtag, swag. If I gotta catch that flack
I’m cooking up a meal for a hater, counting mad stacks
Mad, ‘cause I said your sis should let me smack that
I’m messing with you, man, I wouldn’t really grab that
If she Latina, then I might just want to tap that
Butthurt? Dude, you as soft as a flapjack
Don’t fuck with casinos ‘cause I stay losing mad cash
Having flashbacks of blowing half stacks on Blackjack
Dutchie in my left hand, I think that I'mma pass that
When I cop that Bimmer, then I think that I'mma gas that
Fitted hat or snap back, I think I gotta cap that
Is your face red? ‘Cause, I make sure the track slaps

[Hook]
Everybody knows
Some things will never be the same
The same… in this game

[Verse 2]
You might be sick, but I’m D-ill, like Jason
Running over racists, in the Rove, Ranging
Dudes spit basic, I see the track and slay it
Fry dudes like bacon, with Lupe Fiasco L.A.S.E.R.S
I got dope cuts, spitting heroin razors
G.O.O.D. Music, proving it’s So Amazing
Tyson fights, this is my fist, you better face it
Psyched out and we ain’t even at the weigh-in
End up like Bells, that just means I’m gonna Sleigh him
Ask if I bang, man that shit is fucking ancient
You still throwing gang signs up, that’s some lame shit
Love me like Raymond, the tracks you wanna play them
W’s up, cuz we Ain't Nuthing Ta Fuck Wit
Busta-Bus gon’ want a remix when I Touch It
And I'mma get hella rappers like Bus did
So many verses that the track went and busted
Lead lames to the dungeon
Break him off with one hit, the shotty not a musket
I’m blowing up, its spontaneous combustion
The pinnacle of rapping and I ain’t even done kid

[Hook]
Everybody knows
Some things will never be the same
The same… in this game