Paroles et traduction Kris Delano - Interlude

Interlude

Ayaw ka nila makitang umangat
Pero di na mapigilan
Para bang nasasapian
Gumawa ng sariling galaw at pamagat
Shit, wag ka na muna umasa gawa ka ng alon
Iba ang iyong panlasa, baka sila ay malason
Hindi pa ata sila handa na makakita ng bago
At kung hindi ka pang masa, hindi ka babangon
Hindi to para sa tanga
Kung may matamaan man, wag ka mag aalala
Kaharap sa salamin, tanging siya may pakana
Alam mong matunog ka pa sa bakal na nakakasa
Itaas mo ang gitna mong daliri
Wala kang ibang kompetisyon kundi ang tanging sarili
Wala ng iba kaya di mo masisi
Kung sarili ko nalang kausap
Nagkalat na sila sa paligid pero wala padin makita na katulad

Di na para magyabang, di mo kaya aking steez bro
Bukas lang bintana, di kailangan pa ng tint bro
Iba aking dating kahit san mo pa dalin bro
Ganon lang talaga, I'm the mothafuckin shit bro
Hindi ko na kailangan pa magpaka boujee
Di ko na kailangan magsuot ng gucci
Totoo lahat, walang halong bullshit
Kaya sige sige lang
Sige lang
Kaya sige sige lang
Sige lang
Sa sobra kong high
Hindi ko alam papano ka pa makakasabay
Relax ang postura, kasama si Buddha, kasama si Christ
Hawak ang blunt, manibela sa kanang kamay
Di lang to para sa hype, di lang to para sa hype
Energy para bang nag LSD
O kaya uminom ng sampung shots ng hennesy
At dipende saiyo kung pano mo to tanggapin
Pwede mo kong kakampi, pwede din na enemy

Pakinggan mong mabuti aking sinasabi
Simple lang bumanat pero pare grabe
Kahit aethiest mapapasabing God damn
Kala mo nag sneeze kasi pare God blessed
Whoa! God damn, God damn I'm the fuckin man
Swear to God, ang umalis ay babalik padin
Babalik at babalik na parang boomerang
Rawstarr, Shotsfired Cartel padin
Rawstarr, Shotsfired Cartel padin

Interlude

They don't want to see you rise
But they can't stop it
It's like being possessed
Creating your own moves and titles
Shit, stop expecting and make your own waves
Your taste is different, they might get poisoned
I guess they're not ready to see something new
And if you're not popular, you won't rise
This isn't for fools
If you offend someone, don't worry
Staring into the mirror, he's the only architect
You know you're still more resonant than tempered steel
Flip them the middle finger
You have no competition except yourself
No one else to blame
If I'm only talking to myself
They're all around but they still can't find your equal

This isn't about bragging, you can't handle my swag, bro
Windows down, don't need no tint, bro
My presence is different wherever you take me, bro
That's just how it is, I'm the motherfucking shit, bro
I don't need to act bougie anymore
I don't need to wear Gucci anymore
Everything's real, no bullshit
So go ahead
Go ahead
So go ahead
Go ahead
I'm so high
I don't know how you can keep up
Posture relaxed, with Buddha, with Christ
Blunt in hand, steering wheel in the right
This isn't just for hype, this isn't just for hype
Energy like you're on LSD
Or you drank ten shots of Hennessy
And it's up to you how you receive this
You can be my ally, or you can be my enemy

Listen carefully to what I'm saying
I rhyme simply, but it's heavy, man
Even atheists will say, "God damn"
You thought I sneezed, but no, God blessed
Whoa! God damn, God damn, I'm the fucking man
Swear to God, those who leave will come back
Will come back and come back like a boomerang
Rawstarr, Shotsfired Cartel, still
Rawstarr, Shotsfired Cartel, still