Текст песни The Antagonist (Lil Dicky) с переводом

Yeah

Ay, can y’all turn my headphones down? Significantly?

Cool, that’s good

It was super loud

First of all, this shit about me

I ain’t made this shit for y’all, that’s the damn thing

I’ve been waiting pretty long to get on some shit and rip it for Dicky

So just consider this my damn theme song, baby

I’ve been working hella hard, though

There’s people telling me I’m 'bout to be a star, bro

But when I play 'em some of this, they like nobody want the piss, Lil Dicky

You the funny kid, that’s where your card go

That metaphor about my lane, if your retardo

I’m bubbling like I’m in a soda, word to Fargo

I’m tryna get the fucking fame and it’s a tricky little game you gotta play

Sometimes you gotta tell your heart «No»

Here’s the problem I’ve been having

I wanna make my favorite type of music

And the shit I like to bump is not the type I’m brewing

I be on that «Fuck the world, you motherfuckers losing"type of shit

Like all you haters, look at what the fuck I’m doing

All my favorite rappers not amusing

And I love my funny stuff, I hope it’s not confusing

I’m just saying, when you doing something time consuming

Every now and then you wanna spaz

Why I didn’t go with jazz, muhfucka

Get up in yo ass, muhfucka

Y’all are trash, ye ain’t even know the half

I could rattle off a lot of opposition to rap game

But honestly I’m not in the position for that plane

To carry any weight, I just gotta carry on and wait

'Til a motherfucker carry all the weight

Hypothetically, though, I prolly tell you that I’m better than your every bro

I prolly tell you it’s subjective, I’m more impressive

You pressing play, a form of respective

I’m guessing more or less it won’t be competitive

Y’all adorable, seditive kind of rappers, so deplorably editive

Nothing’s worse than when a moron’s repetitive

I don’t get it, how is everyone the same dude?

The rookie walking on the court like «Man, I can’t lose»

They playing Dicky, everybody in the room be like «That's some shit»

Playing yo bum ass, they be like «That's some shit»

Y’all are bubbles with the rapping

Lil Dicky get it popping, you could say bubble rapping

The irony in all of this is I’ve been funny rapping

Yet the youngin’s snapping to the point where all of y’all are funny rapping

Congratulations, y’all can write a hook

At my graduation, they was saying I could write a book

If a Rotten Tomatoes site existed for us rappers

I would be a 97, y’all would hover 'round a 64

Little Dicky spit that Pixar

Hope you seeing why I really like to spit hard

Only problem is I’m rapping at rappers

To the people that be listening, that world doesn’t matter

Wanna know what the advantage of the rapper who black is?

The N-word isn’t antagonist

Before you get all huff and puff about, think about it, be analyst

The fact they always use it’s no accident

For example, I could be like «Go figure

I don’t think I’m one to fuck with all you ho «Y'all can fill in the blank

That don’t make it so you don’t gotta rap it a rapper

That applies to every detractor

But even if I had a word like disturbed

It’s absurd but I’m looking 'round and ain’t nobody verse me

I don’t think a motherfucker’s ever tried to hurt me

Every one I see has been supportive on this journey

Like where my haters at? I’m thirsty

I just really wanna talk my shit, be like «Y'all ain’t shit»

But y’all ain’t shit, like, y’all don’t exist

I could talk about the people that are dicks but I feel like that’s whack

That’ll get old quick, Robin Williams in «Jack»

Who the fuck is my antagonist?

Is it you? Is it you?

If it’s you, let me tell you something

You ain’t even got a clue 'bout the shit that’s coming

You don’t wanna be the dude in five years like

«The fuck, I dissed that

Shit was pretty clear, how the fuck I missed that?»

You know that I ain’t fucking light, bruh

I just fucked round and did this overnight, bruh

I just fucked around and quit a fucking job

where I was making triple digits then the comma got involved, dawg

This wasn’t rapping or trapping

This was rapping over a big ol' fucking house with a family

Who the fuck is listening but making Dicky so angry?

Is it you? Is it you?

I’m just waiting on some nonbelievers

The writing isn’t on the wall, it’s coming out your speakers

Anybody disagree, I’m being so facetious, homie I mean it

Forget the website, I’m the only motherfucking rap genius

Where you doubters at, I’m tryna hear it

Maybe it’s the motherfuckers never paying mind to lyrics

I would dumb it down for y’all to try make it more appealing

But the ones who hang on every word think I’m kinda fearless

But even with no attention, you can kinda tell this motherfucker killing this

section

You can kinda tell this motherfucker still an erection

But getting harder by the minute, just admit it, it’s sexy

The funny fact about this shit, I gotta rap

about the fact I wanna rap about this shit to even rap about this shit

Nobody been sleeping on Dicky

It’s only been a year and bitches been sleeping on Dicky

Nobody took over the tape with they first tape

This motherfucker hasn’t struggled since the first grade

Add it up, there’s no excuse to berserk, Dave

Can’t debate this shit, you got to skip, you not on first tape

So what the fuck am I mad for?

What’s some other shit that I could actually spaz for?

Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been stuck in this lab for

A hundred fucking days straight cooking up raps or

The fact this shit been taking over every thing in life

I gotta make it so I made the call to leave it all behind

That’s my girl, that’s my world, that’s beyond being busy

Now the only one that gets to David Burd is Lil Dicky

See, I told you this about me

Go on and look up in the mirror, see with LD

Who you hate, boy?

Only care about me, said I’m straight, boy

Maybe I’m the one that gotta hit when I wanna murder shit

Y’all probably thinking «Who is David Burd?"and shit

Y’all just wanna hear some LD

But I ain’t made this shit for y’all, that’s the damn thing