Tombstone Da Deadman - Subject Matters [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
#GU, Tombstone Da Deadman
Death lives, and so does hip-hop

[Verse 1]
Hand me a list of your favorite rappers, I laugh at that
You take offense but established fact is that they're rather whack
You want to prove me wrong, then cool, go take a stab at that
They talking shit but don't possess the fucking skills to even match
I'm thermonuclear like a future that's gloomier
Annihilate these losers and make the planet feel roomier
So let me guess you're gonna spit another gun bar?
That's further evidence that proves to me how whack you are
I understand the way you're treated like a rock star
And how your little fans will cheer you even though you're subpar
See where I come from these thoughtful lyrics are mandatory
But when you're lost in thought it's unfamiliar territory
You stupid dumb ass, no respect for your bum ass
I'll put you on the curb in a bag because you're some trash
Come on, let's go again and tell me all about your swag
And how the way you fucking dress defines how you're the fucking man

[Chorus](x2)
Yeah, I admit to being kind of disrespectful
But that's only because I really don't respect you
And none of your art (if you want to call it that)
Subject matter's whack, and in fact I've heard enough of that

[Verse 2]
Most of these rappers attracted to scare tactics
They like to stand and pose with a gat but they won't blast it
The fact is it's only for show and a cheap theatrics
If this is all you got than it's kind of anticlimactic
And then they quick to criticize, downplay, and minimize
Skills when for real that whack shit's what they epitomize
One of the reasons I don't listen to the radio's
Because I feel the content on the airwaves mostly blows
You can't silence me with all that fucking hater talk
You young guppies ain't ready to take a swim with sharks
Cause real rappers chew lava and spit fire
While you fake trap rappers have bars that seem tired
See I just want to infiltrate your pop star party
And grab the mic methodically and kill everybody
Inside me is a beast that paces till it's released
Then smiles anticipating the flavor of the feast

[Chorus](x2)
Yeah, I admit to being kind of disrespectful
But that's only because I really don't respect you
And none of your art (if you want to call it that)
Subject matter's whack, and in fact I've heard enough of that