Shizzio - Blaow! [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Shizzio:
I don't freestyle cos my style ain't free
Take off your shades & you might just see,
A broke down door I never tried no key
Certified sinner now a righteous G
I wave at girls never waive my fee,
I make my P, with eyes of the hawk these snakes I see
Trying to hack my account with some bait I.T
And a fake ID, I stay IG
Rep my zone, I'm so deep I could bet my home
No sound boy could ever take my throne
No car pool lanes, I've made my own
Taste me tone, call who you want you can take my phone
I don't care what you think is fair when I strip man bare to chair
No fear when I'm here & I raid thy home

You can't walk in my shoes, they'll make your knees crack
Born with style, you can't teach that
Shut your mouth mind your own beeswax
All you got is the racist feedback
Cheap like ETAP my paper don't jangle
I'm a protractor I work off my angles
Understand levels, do you know what the tracks called?
How can a brown square ever be black balled?
Sicker than a piss head before he's just thrown up
Who took the jam out of your donut?
You did, you better just own up
Grandma hands! The games all sown up
So grown up I don't need a bunk up,
Born with chance, slept with tough luck
Roll on you numb nuts with heavy weight dump trucks
Shut up the fun's up you dun know its 1's up

Humble The Poet:
Face down in the mainstream, yep I'm afloat
No wind for my sail, doesn't matter no boat
No draw bridge to heaven doesn't matter no moat
No hope, it dun shattered with my dreams folks
Spoke of a time when they wrote all their rhymes
To a rhythm that's within them spit venom, never killed'em
Shiny metal never thrilled them shook their hiney, now u feel'em
And they feared'em from the ceiling tried to poison and conceal it
But the roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don't need no water.. let that mother fucker burn
And only once it's gone, will you see the stars
Feel the sun and heal your scars
Peek through the holes and speak through your soul
Defeat no delete all your foes
Complete than compete with your goals
Till we reach all the peaks of our molehills and mountains
Fuck a fountain of youth Truth
We live to the fullest roulette with the world
Cock back and then we pulled it
BLAOW!!

Ask me for tracks? I hold back laughing
First of all it depends who's asking
Come like me have a fan base blasting
Otherwise more than likely its a par ting
Allow fake hyping, stop gas masking
The ponds too full up of man dem sharking
Im upfront like disabled parking,
Dead a mans hype when my tongues just sparring
Just sparring, I ain't even tried yet
I ain't concerned with the things that I might get
A & R's talk but I can't see the right cheque
Blurred vision, focus on tight sets
Grounded like Hi-Tecs, fly like high jets
Ego's bigger than Shizzio's biceps,
Swift on my toes, down to the light creps
Out of your sight you ain't wearing the right specs

BLAOW!