Текст и перевод песни Mike Kosa - My Game Part II

My Game Part II

MIKE KOSA –

Post my meaning

Halika na, pasukin natin ang mundo ng laro
Mike Kosa masmatindi pa sa mga egoy at kano
Kapag bumanat sa mic katumbas ko'y ilang tumbok
Sa aking dila na hindi na nagbabago ng tunog

Hinasa ng panahon kasabay ng beat box kong istilo
At inilapad ang mga letra sintigas ay iskundero
At ilang kwentong barbero ang aking natanggap
Ang masapawan ng pangalan ko kay hirap matanggap

Ako yung bata na gustung gustung gawing bataan
Na beterano naturing ang utak ay walang laman
Magcocompose ng english rap na ang puntirya magpabounce
Nagpapanggap na englishero mga bobo magpronounce

Full effect pero ang rhyming ay na-discorrect
Hindi ma-take ang pag-arte sabi ni direk
Wla kang karangalan pra sa akin magyabang
Isa ka lang na tagahanga na gusto sakin mag-abang

Ikaw ay bata para sakin wag kang magmagaling
Wala ka pa sa kalahati ng aking narating
Ngayon ka pa lang sumisibol at biglang sumulpot
At kumpara sakin ng kay dami ko nang nasundot

At dahil lang sa pagrarap kay dami nang nainggit
Pinapagana ko ay utak at hindi ang damit
Kasi ang iba ay nagrarap pra lng sa chikas
Eh pano kung hindi na uso ay bigla ka na lng lilikas

Hindi usapan kung beterano o maging baguhan
O kung ang mic ay nasa kaliwa o nasa kanan
Ang importante para sakin ay maging malaya
Hindi yung tipong champion ka ng dahil lng sa daya

Hindi ka dapat mag-angas o umasta na sikat
Alam kong alam mo rin at alam din ng lahat
Ikay nagbibingi-bingihan at nagpapakadisente
Na sa tuwing itoy tama nagpapanggap na inosente

Ang aking clone napakasimple pero di na uutal
Ang mga rhymes buong-buo pero malayong magbutal
Ipinamalas na ang husay sa mga klase ng duwelo
Kung ikaw ang makakalaban di ko kelangan pang bumuwelo

Di naging basehan sa dami ng iyong alalay
Ang pagiging magaling wala sa estado ng buhay
Laki man sa tundo walang sapat na pera
Aking kanta'y di kalidad at yaman ko ang letra

Di ako nagbibitaw ng mga patapon
Isang talento na hindi pinansin ng ilang taon
Ako yung preso na pinapangarap mong bumaba
At gusto mo akong isama sa iyong pagkadapa

Ikaw ang nagsimula ikaw ang unang nagpahangin
Binaba ko na ang lona mula sa pinilakang tabing
Di ka bagay mag-artista tanggalin ang maskara
Batalyong aking nakalaban tinumba ko mag-isa

Sa mga gustong maghari na ang trono ay bunyong
Kung gusto mong maka-isa humalik sa aking tumbong
Read my group dos talentos in 187 mobstah
Sapul ang humahatol sa mahusay na makata.

My Game Part II

MIKE KOSA –

Post my meaning

Come on, let's enter the world of the game
Mike Kosa even more intense than the egos and the foreigners
When I rap on the mic, I'm equivalent to several hits
On my tongue that never changes its sound

Honed by time along with my beatbox style
And spread the letters as tough as a squire
And I received several barber stories
It's hard to accept being overshadowed by my name

I'm the kid who loves to do childish things
Who's considered a veteran whose brain is empty
Will compose English rap aiming to make it bounce
Pretending to be English speakers, you idiots can't pronounce

Full effect but the rhyming is corrected
Can't handle the acting, the director said
You have no honor to brag to me
You're just a fan who wants to wait for me

You're too young for me, don't show off
You're not even halfway to what I've achieved
You're just starting to emerge and suddenly appear
And compared to me, I've stung so many

And because of rapping, so many are envious
I use my brain, not my clothes
Because others rap just for the girls
What if it's no longer trendy and you suddenly disappear

It's not a matter of being a veteran or a newbie
Or if the mic is on the left or right
What's important to me is to be free
Not the type where you're a champion just because of cheating

You shouldn't be arrogant or act famous
I know you know it and so does everyone
You're playing deaf and pretending to be decent
That whenever it's right, you pretend to be innocent

My clone is so simple but no longer stutters
The rhymes are complete but far from being butal
Showed off your skills in duels
If you're the one I'm fighting, I don't need to warm up

Not based on the number of your entourage
Being good is not about your status in life
Even if you grow up in Tondo without enough money
My songs are not about quality but my wealth is the lyrics

I don't release throwaways
A talent that went unnoticed for several years
I'm the prisoner you dream of taking down
And you want to take me down with you

You started it, you were the first to show off
I've already lowered the canvas from the silver screen
You're not cut out to be an actor, take off the mask
Battalions I faced, I brought down all by myself

To those who want to reign, the throne is rotten
If you want to get one, kiss my butt
Read my group dos talentos in 187 mobstah
It's up to the judges to decide the great poet.