Sandpeople - Letterhead Remix (feat. Macklemore) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yo, I've been obsessed with words ever since I was a little buck

Then I grew bigger and figured drawing pads weren't big enough

I wanted to use a wall but in school was taught not to

And that graffiti was the root of all evil

It's just letters and makin' 'em unnatural shapes

So clean cap, surgical masks gets ashed, 'n Sape, activate

To code our empire

Liftin' mad cans of paint from Fred Meyer's

Empty 'em out under bridges and walls and alley ways

Givin' a Graff Task Force a sour taste

The same flavor that makes haters salivate

I was Mongoalie (?) as a minor

Caught a felony so now-a-days

I don't struggle to prove nothing to you

I get a head full of letters, I'm cuttin' 'em loose

Up in the booth cousin

It ain't a gift, it's a habit

Whether good or bad I won't regret it when I'm lookin' back (at it)

Cause I'm a letterhead

Letterhead

Letterhead

Letterhead

I'm a letterhead

So don't sweat the technique

When I represent me

(Yeah, get 'em)

Lunchtime, always tryin' to bring that realness back

Fuck the lunch-line cause I don't have no skrill or scratch

I was on the way to Fred Meyer's just to fill my bag

Steppin' in the home improvement section with my sticky hands

That's why I got these baggy pants to conceal the stash

But undercover security can't conceal his badge

I know every single camera that this building has

And I racked so many cans that I'm almost feelin' bad

That's exactly what a bad look ain't

Cause it's quite good like the backwood tastes

And I never stole a Snickers, but I have took paint

So hello my name is Snickers in a blackbook, thanks

Shit I'd be admired if I was tryin' harder

But I'm a riot-starter, beef igniter

Just a street writer but I hope to die a martyr

Freedom fighter with a stolen Pilot marker

(Why you got all that spraypaint on your fingertips and shit?)

Cause I'm a letterhead

Letterhead

Letterhead

Letterhead

I'm a letterhead

So don't sweat the technique

While I represent me

I was just a kid in Seattle

Doin' kickflips in a flannel

With some fat caps I racked off Midget Enamels

In Cali, the rhyme shelter owes to Melrose

My possy was on Broadway scribing on the Metros

Gettin' hammed by the busdriver, "Hell no"

I was a letterhead, my life was graffiti

Letters I lived, I put pride in that mean streak

Take Ventures to your ribs, I'm not goin' to the precinct

And you can buff me, you can cuff me, you can't stop me

I'm young cocky gettin' up with my Sharpie

Michelangelo of the concrete

That little ball in the paint, damn, was the metronome to my heartbeat

I put my freedom on the line for the letters on the wall

True Blue patriot, flat black up in my prime

Cherry Red in my blood

I bleed the ink through my arms

Just like America, bombin' buildings and not gettin' caught (nope)

Cause I'm a letterhead

Letterhead

Letterhead

Letterhead

Yes I am

I've been tellin' you that

Don't sweat the technique

While I'm killin' these beats