Текст песни Freestyle 2 (Lowkey) с переводом

OK!

So what you’re on the telly

What you know about putting out three CDs before you were twenty?

You know that you heard of me

What you know about being eighteen and doing shows in Germany?

What you know about four stars in a magazine?

What you know about the game, waste man I have the key?

What you know about hundred bars on the radio?

Nothing, you weren’t making dough you were lazy bro

You’re following, before you were bothering I was on this ting

Songs filled my pockets with profit, I’m being honest king

Said it’s all politics before anybody hollered it

Turned down chances cos I knew what they were offering

Called out a couple names, had the game gossiping

Never hear Kizzy on the track with Lady Sovereign

Might see me in your girl’s favourite magazine modelling

Pulling up in a tinted whip with a model in

Shot my first CD myself it was astonishing

Stockers wouldn’t stock us now we tell ‘em stop grovelling

Our shottas shot to shoppers and shottas we got a lot of them

Coppers can’t cop it, were coppers so stop copying

Now we’re topping the toppers from Tottenham to Nottingham

All your favourite rappers want us to do a song with ‘em

Me, I ain’t bothered with all of the fake politics

Me, I just live my life and stay positive

Epitome of verse-killing, lyrically I’m hearse-fillin'

Been out for a minute G… surfacing

Your whole trilogy still didn’t beat my worst rhythm

What you figured B, you’re as ill as me, I heard different

See your favourite MC, I nurtured him

And see all your favourite beats, I murdered ‘em

Face it your click is wasted, I won’t work with ‘em

They certainly heard of me from Guernsey to Birmingham

(Woo!) Cos the name holds weight, still I wake up to the same old hate

And pray for a day my face ain’t so bait

I’m a rapper other rappers act like they don’t rate

Cos when DJs get my tunes they play it eight shows straight

Rewind it and drop bigger bombs than NATO make

To be real it ain’t all about the radio play

Cos we all wanna bust, there just ain’t no space

And the games dying, nobody’s getting record sales

Channel U’s full of sweet boys try’n’a impress the girls

The only rappers a lot of bredders have ever felt

Are dead or depressed in jail and never getting mail

When alive they hate, when gone, you’re the best ever

This ain’t a comeback f*ck that, I’m a trendsetter

People talk and get me differently twisted cos

This rap sh*t is the m*otherf*cking business

So what you peddle pebbles, you’re dead whenever my pencil moves

On every level I rep with rebels, you never lose

You resemble devils with terrible tales you sell the youths

You need to fix up yourself and tell the truth

You’ve been rich for ten plus years, still sellin' crack

Saying that you’re still bustin' guns, why tell em that?

Knowing that these kids emulate every rhyme you’ve ever spat

You need to get your role models from somewhere else instead of rap

You shouldn’t really need me to explain

You know that you imitate with what you speak and what you say

You’ve got more power than their parents but you’re leading them astray

You don’t tell them that these illegal ways will lead ‘em to the cage

I’m p*ssed. Why? I got d*ck-riding bredders hating

While you spit rhymes that misguided my generation

You’re not real, cos what you’re saying ain’t the truth

You’re try’n’a kill the kids, me, I’m try’n’a save the youths

The future’s removal of humans, computers, pursued revolution

Hell is hot we burn like chips in a pan

At your kid’s birth they’ll insert a chip in its hand

I spent so many sleepless nights pondering reasons why

Most of the good people in my life seem to die

See my eyes take a look, deep inside seek to find

The bottom of my soul, find the hole where my demons hide

All I want’s a peaceful life, but I can’t see it like

Every morning Mum weeps and cries so I don’t even try

Still she teaches me right, stay humble and be polite

But she never saw what I saw on the streets at night

I just wanna see the light, raise a yout', feed my wife

But they’re try’n’a take away my freedom so I need to fight

Redesign your feeble mind and read the signs, be advised

Either I get it or I’m taking what I feel is mine

My life is like the best book you ever read

Spent nights listening to Westwood and getting vexed

My pen writes when I’m depressed cos I never slept

Bredders step, let’s do it man to man like Red and Meth

You can freestyle all day, I make the best songs

I’m like an insomniac’s bed, rarely slept on

The open mics, you know that’s where I got my rep from

Shady bredders thought they were big but they were dead wrong

Rap with the spitter’s spitters and spit for the rapper’s rappers

I rip the rhythm to ribbons from Britain to Madagascar

Listen to lyricists and I diss all the backwards actors

Dismiss all the killing sh*t cos none of that crap should matter

You know I’m right, go and find a rapper that’s as real as this

He couldn’t battle, the flipping demons that I’m dealing with

I know my life ain’t the hardest but even if you envy what I got

And you wanna swap, we can switch

The artist, slash terrorist, slash Double P representative

Slash the worst rapper could ever diss

Slash activist, slash kidnapper of the president

Slash his wrists and leave a flippin' slash where his temple is

(Yeah! Cheez, let’s keep going man. I do this all day

MK, Kiss 100 www dot MySpace dot com forward slash lowkeyuk

Dear Listener LP November)

Listen, this is for all the hungry rappers out there yeah?

Listen, listen…

Since the day you left I’ve been stuck in place

They say that time heals, but still nothing changed

Every time I close my eyes I see you stubborn face

And every morning I’m home I see my mother’s pain

The day you died, I had a dream where I said sorry

I threw the second piece of dirt on your dead body

When I don’t see Mum for a while I get worried

Cos if she died then that would take the rest of me

Sitting in the hearse, driving to the cemetery

I kept wishing it was me that was getting buried

In a lot of ways, I feel like I’m dead already

Cos it’s October and I ain’t cracked a smile since February

I can feel it in the air, coming I’m just getting ready

I just wanted to hang about but you would never let me

After you passed, advice I was getting plenty

I made you famous because ‘Bars For My Brother' was legendary

People all over the globe shared in the pain

But how could you leave our parents this way?

What’s worse than losing a son? I compared in my brain

Nothing! While I just sit back and stare at this page

I know you know that I didn’t really hate you

But if you were still here would I appreciate you?

I don’t know, harsh reality is so cold

Dad visits your grave every week but I won’t go

A crossroads not knowing what way I wanna choose

Like I’m cursed to an eternity of solitude

MPs talking ‘bout their bollocks views

I’m having arguments with the telly when I watch the news

You know that feeling you get when the whole world’s on top of you?

Your demons seem to follow you

People say they’re there but don’t bother to holler you

Can’t trust yourself so trusting them is impossible

No one said life was supposed to be fair

Can’t tell people what you’re going through, they won’t even care

You’re not the only one feeling trapped, lonely and scared

Waking up in cold sweats but nobody’s there

You’re in a dark place, running from issues that you can’t face

Conversations make your heart race at a fast pace

Can’t relate to anyone, that’s something that you can’t face

Never ever act like we are, but we aren’t mates

You just ate but you’re still hungry though fam

Walk like I’m young but talk like a grumpy old man

I hate thinking ‘bout the future, why? Cos it hurts me

Imagining myself still living with my Mum at thirty

Really not sure if I’m stable mentally

Cos I always focus on my painful memories

I pray for my family, pray for enemies

Pray for my friends and myself cos I never sleep

Pray for the day I break from this cage and they let me free

Pray that I’m sent to a place that is heavenly

Pray for my present, pray for my legacy

And pray it’s in a positive way, they remember me

Yes, MK, peace and love yeah