Tranzformer - Rap Journals [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Tenacity]
Rap Journals, every verse is another entry
Turn the beat on and the slate is empty
Many people envy, the ability to do it simply
But when I kill a beat I'm doing just me
And when I feel the beat I do it quickly
My life is on the track so you can miss me
With all that phony crap you write to just be
Selling records with your friends, writing fiction with your pen
Instead of doing you to get the party people listening
Ever since, I was just a snotty kid in Michigan
I've been inventing different rhythms to get the grins
From fans checking out my story that I spit to them
It's for the homies, not for the glory of fitting in
Every song is a page of my diary
Some are filled with hate rage and anxiety
And other problems I have seen
High school girls that are dieting, so they can be accepted by the drama queens
I'm a battle cat who's turned mass attractor
Making heads turn, and I've only rapped half a chapter
The kind of star that NASA's after
Using rhyme books to do the math and capture the answer to why my tracks'll smash yours
That battle shit is in my past, I'm dapper
I'm much too classy to pay attention to average rappers
You can peep my catalog and peep a cat that's had a long
Streak of being real in the land of actors

[Hook: Tenacity]
Rap Journals, this is my life
You listen, I sit and just write
My poetry, will have you and your homies really knowing me
That's how rap journals is s'posed to be
Rap Journals, this is my life
You listen, I sit and just write
My poetry, will have you and your homies really knowing me
These rap journals are exposing me

[Verse 2: AWKWORD]
This is my life, you relate when I tell raps
Scribbled on a pad, or touched on the cell app
It all comes together when I step in the booth
But zoning to the beat, that's my moment of truth
Lay it on the table, wounded heart off the sleeve
After every single song I feel like parts you can leave
You listen, I sit and write, tryna bring light
Cause there's darkness in our dreams and it's worse in real life. Ugh
I opened up, now all see me
For some people talk is cheap, for me it's the tea leaf
More than Rap Journals, this is future history
Yes men and ex-friends, all of 'em can miss me
All I try to do is do good, turns out risky
Still I won't let her down, momma still with me
All lost loved ones, bets and matches
I'm recording this age, before the Internet crashes

[Hook]