Royce Da 5'9" - Real Hip Hop [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

If this ain't real hip hop nigga tell me what it is then
Walk inside a ..?.., my image is
Napalm, translation you tampon
Bleed like the opposite of mankind
Tryna put your hands on my damn rod
You might as well handstand on a land mine
If I ain't bout that let adversity hurt me
Like if I ain't bounce back
All I do is count stacks
You can't..?..and flames in the same quote
Beast on the track
Me and Usain Bolt in the same boat
Mention me and lightning in the same volt
Crqckers amphibian, I'm a handful
Guns give you suntans like a Pakistan Indian
Pop shit, quick enough to snatch a fly out the air
With some fuckin' chopsticks...
Nigga who hotter than me
I'm on a makin' dollar
AK hollering spree

[Verse 2: Junes Flow]
How should I explain the rage game
To make it plain and clear
Let me interfere with your thoughts
Take you far from here
Sincere, no fear
I'm like an engineer with the drum
My approach is dope, I show up and get dumb
My ticket ain't droppin'
I'm constantly state hoppin'
Poppin' up in a different hood
Nigga what's good?
My routine never gets old
My regime is out cool
Yeah I wish you would
Nigga look at my brotherhood
Yo, you can get assistance, from a distance
And with persistance I can have you spittin' relentless
If this your wishlist, then shoot me an email
And shoot about a thou to my PayPal
My flow say "fuck you" but dammit I mean well
I'm the only one in the cypher with a weed smell
Now, June's first is comin'
Featuring, heat, gun, and Black keep ya comin'

[Verse 3: Blackmilk]
If this ain't raw shit
Then nigga I'm lost in the game
And that means everyone remains
Comin' with that soft shit
This is that dark flow
Caught up in the alley walking
Like losing out part two without Allen Parsons
Take precaution, the percussion is danger
These niggas feelin' anger, like ever since we came up
My circle always come prepared
While other cats is like a plaid shirt
All I see is a bunch of squares!
Have a bunch of Leers out in London on stage
Watching hands to the ceiling while rocking in front of fans
Yeah we so in here, so advanced, so far into the future
Copping grands these nigga won't comprehend
This game looks wide open in my eyes
So of course I took it and ran with it like a baton
And passed it to my fam, the legacy lives on
Fuck bein a hundred deep, we're trying to be a mil strong

[Verse 4: Elzhi]
If this ain't hip hop
Like dickie's and flip-flops
Or Phillies and Timbo's
The Willie's with trimmed fro's
Ya'll silly as bimbo's
And hillbillies, still illy with them flows
My skill really shine like gem stones
In Beverly Hills, feel me?
New sheriff in town, the flair with the sounds
Since rap was lost in the mainstream
But who care if it drowns
My brain scheme is complex like the magazine
Swagger's mean like gang related rags and jeans
Tag a scene, smack machines, make the maggots lean
I drag machines like blunts from outta bags of green
On Dud's stash! So playa I pull the stud's math
Those in power get golden showers and bloodbaths
In shitstorms, I spit thorns and pierce through
The nearest crew
Who never knew I was fierce, but
Fear is true with the clearest view
They grim and hate, and imitate what they hear us doin'
Immolate, I'll demonstrate how their spear flew
To higher ground and came down like a parachute
For fucking with me, Royce, Black, and June
We'll lay you on your back in black lagoon

[Outro: Royce da 5'9"]
If this ain't real hip hop
What the fuck is it then