The Etherealist - Mainstream [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: The Etherealist]
Fuck the mainstream on the real
These mother-fuckers don't own a iota of skill; what the deal?
It's obvious these rappers just hit the jackpot
It's pot luck: they was just the right time, the right spot
Talking nothing but the same, old bullshit
Cars, bling and bitches what they make a career with
I'm fucking pissed: they making milli's off of mixtapes
Shit-scapes of waste that they just laid in six days
Fucking dick-slaves bragging 'bout pussy earnt
Can't even make it off the sofa cause they fuck with purp
Braindead; talking shit on the beat
Lobotomy rap; they lucky not to shit in their sleep
A million rappers kill the mainstream on the day-to-day
It's cray. Who the fuck is buying shit put out by 2 Chainz?
Fucking pay-per-verse rappers dropping Pop songs
Lure 'em in with wack Trap beats and fucking drop bombs

[Hook: The Etherealist]
Fuck the mainstream on the real
Fuck a website that only back who got a deal
Fuck all the half-ass rappers slash Pop-stars
Underground forever; check who really drops bars
Fuck the mainstream on the real
Fuck a magazine whose ratings don't reflect skill
Fuck all the half-ass rappers slash Pop-stars
Underground forever; we gone' take what's ours

[Verse 2: The Etherealist]
To all the phoney promos, magazines and websites
Fronting like they love Hip-Hop and welcome any type
Talking they support am' rappers from the start
Don't expect to get a feature 'less you blowing up the charts
And don't expect to get your mixtape on the front page
That's fifty every day unless you signed to the majors, mate
Won't take a chance on you until you break the fucking States
But I love Boom Bap: not in it for the fucking pape's
I don't fuck with 808s; I fuck with '90s tapes
Whatever happened to the hot shit from that decade? (So who the next to get it?)
You dropping thug shit now, they treat you like a leper
Intelligent Hip-Hop got them running for fucking shelter
Wise up: the genre's dumbing down to mix with Pop music
Mind-numbing shit so the club-rats can bop to it
So they can fuck to it. Where the Hip-Hop heads?
Where the kids who care about the stories from their idols' pens?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Genocide]
I'm a heavyweight: high up on the food chain
Underground Geno keep it gully with no crew name
No 'Lil', no 'Young'; never no Pop shit
Never sold my soul for some paper in my pocket
We here to make you wake up from your daydream
Keep my ear below the street; fuck the mainstream
You never hear Genocide on your airwaves
Cause when I rock the mic, I spit to make your head raise
I'm that big Balkan you might'a heard about
More than music: my movement is word-of-mouth
I've been around for a minute: I'm a veteran
Ever since '98, my skill set been evident
Kept it relevant; grown-man raps
Only Boom Bap beats when I preach to you cats
Call it a relapse; I'm back with that grade-A
Drug rap for your brain; NZ to the UK

[Hook]