Slytedge - Hard Feelings [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:Slytedge]

Ever Since I came out the embrio
I was born to be different
15 with a vision,searching for college tuition
I’m in another league I’m in another division
You can’t see the shit I see cuz we ain't on the same mission
Had to cut out soccer,just to put more time in
Get off the bus and I'm already grindin'
Being the best is a must I just keep on rhymin'
Life is a boom or a bust
Get a broom just to brush dust off my shoulders
Cuz as I’m getting older I'm learning to grow colder
To the critiques and the haters always doubting what I’m bout’
Doubting what I listen to,close your F****** mouths
You don't have a fricken clue,you’re mentally challenged
I ride tracks u track 2
Get my knuckles tattoo’d,on ya cheek
You ain't in my lane cuz we chose different paths
I chose kissin ass
You chose skippin class
I chose spittin raps
You chose trippin ac-id
People ask, yes im that kid
Brim flat, snapback lid, fitted from Lids
Give me the job, You bet I'll finish the biz
She hiccups the jizz, who want it
Giving rappers the plague boy, Bubonic
Making sound waves, supersonic
Making the ground shake,tectonic plates
A lot of people love to hate, and I’m feeding off it
I’m allergic to you losers thats why I’m sneezing often
I'll leave u breathing in your coffin,for no reason
Feelings will never soften
Chilling in Dominican
Spitting is in my regiment
My flows are filled with venom and I’m eating y’all like venison
Giving up on rapping seems to be ya only medicine
Lightbulb goes off in my head,feeling like I’m Edison
Always used to say confidence equals dominance or the opposite
Maybe one day I’ll be prominent

[Hook:Slytedge]

Well, I’m not too good at chorus’s
I just want a cute brown eyed girl,Van Morrison
Maybe a sweet thing
Maybe some crazy love
Maybe a moondance sent from way up above

[Verse 2:Slytedge]

Hit the dutch, then hit the clutch
Riding a Gran Turino like Starsky-Hutch
These kids always yapping bout such and such
Y’all talk too much, enough’s enough
Because they talk behind your back without the decency to rub
They say they selling crack but they ain't even got a dub
Not really into parties they bump trash up in the club
Unless I’m in miami,cuz miami knows what sup'
I finally found the recipe
I dare homies to step to me
You don’t need telepathy to see that im the best MC
Most definitely wrecking Beats heavily and heavenly
Ripping 3BG reaching the top like it’s my destiny
Y’all missing the big picture
You must've misplaced it
I take an upper cut to your jaw cuz you needed a face lift
Lets face it, I murder beats on a daily basis
Just the start of my shine,reaching for that gold plated
And I can almost taste it...get it taste it
Your taste for shit it basic
I’m in that all white Raider Nation,looking like some racists
Off to the races,8th grade braces
Never switch up the pace,cuz the pace never changes
Take life slow,go through phases and growing stages
Don’t make the same mistake on multiple occasions,rearrange them
Learn to recognize a fake white ho
For heaven’s sake keep these piggies off my white toes