Tier On3 - Eye Sore (Prod. Dansonbeats) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1- (Tier On3)
Just because I don't got fame
Doesn't mean I’m gonna sell my soul
Labels can Vietnam my ass
And die as shit inside a hole

Without the underground rappers
Your a body with no cadaver bone
Watch me as I rap a song and grab it long
Stretch the beat out to the max a mum

Like 18 Amy did
With a fat head and a pussy
You say I'm wussy this 7 blade inch
Fucks you up with major lurgy

I'm not talking about a knife
A fight over who's thinking isn't right
Is no way to shine into the eyes
Of the lord and the devils skies

You never know when your gonna die
So I test it with a mili kilo watts
2 blades a Chinese steel owned wok
I think I'm losing my think dome pops

I’m sweet and sour now
But i was a chicken back in my old days
I is u I'm a king pow
Running back to my own ways

Girls love me for my single plays
But they go cash me out and repo change
Every second of every single day
I go through max amount of my shingle pains

Cuz I ain't blowing out the roof
Ignore me cuz I speak the truth
Puppets on a string to be amused
And use the fingers as a destructive tool

Chorus 1-
Why are you ignoring me
Don't want to talk to me any more
All I want was to be with you
Now you have just slammed that door
You don't understand I'm your man your my woman
Off your high horse
Your in high doors
Yes inside from your socket I am an eye sore

Verse 2- (Tier On3)
Oh that will stop the bleeding
Don't test abilities while i'm eating
My pencils teeth will shred you up
Like blenders do my food and demons

I don't want to be treated me like a black sheep
Gonna make your throat gag up and laugh seeds
And plant them in your eyes
So the true facts now you can see

You can read and stamp me
As an outcast but you am me
I’m a stampede
Hunting you down till you blast me

Accept nature you were born in
Because your style is like a rap king
Haters I can see them scorning
I'm strapping you down like a porno with fat screams

The industry is punks you should read about
2 Chainz all you do is scream and shout
Take a minute and think about what we're hearing now
It ain’t the same as 90's speaker sounds

Lazy to put the effort in
So you take an easy route and sell a pen
Give it to a good producers to bless the sin
When i sit here and think i gotta pen step em in

It inverts them to represent
I don't get what the facking fack it is
Crips and bloods they're clapping hits
Your all the same
Your a deeply packed in pin

Pushed so much you pull
And then everything explodes
You lose your cool but your soul
Is still trapped inside the pits of a burning coal

Chorus 2-


Verse 3- (Tier On3)
I'm swinging at ya like pendulum
Need some real talent here I can lend you some
Thats gonna cost your soul don't flex your guns
I just want to be wealthy and have a heaven son

Don't fluctuate the rising fact
That fame can solve your under lying problems
This is a career for all your tightened raps
Get a lobotomy and be a dying possum

All I wanted was to vent
You made out it more than what it is
You got the message that I sent
Now you exclude from the biz

The game is eaten by the horses mouth
Hip hop is in a state of whoring out
Bad skills and voice get him soaring founds
Buckle knees with a belt of pouring ground

Life isn't how it seems pure
No models and sipping leaner
Just a bunch of debt topped off with leisure
Wanna rap go to wear the same t-shirt

Recognition and respect is a must sir
Without respect you don’t have fans
Without recognition you don't have brothers
Without both you won't make it in the plan

You won't be famous by the first song
It hurts when you look at the haters words taunt
Now you wanna drown out the game
But your brainstorm wants to serve on

Look for a label to belly
Cuz major labels don't hear my best tracks
They say underground rappers are jelly
That has to be why call it Def Jam

Chorus 3-