給愛麗絲 - Kumachan перевод на английский

給愛麗絲

前幾天我叫了Uber
一上車我就哭了
廣播又在播垃圾歌
哥我再也忍不住了
我叫大哥把音源線拿給我
用最高音量放我新的demo
Uber瞬間變台垃圾車
噪音污染每個街口

意思是一聽到我的歌
經過你的hood就知道應該倒垃圾
多久沒有清乾淨難聽的清單
Shit臭成這樣還不覺得惡
因為你入鮑魚之肆久而不聞其臭
不好意思我就是這麼real talk
You tell me哪個是你拜的idol
來我佛擋殺佛颱風太弱根本不成氣候

別覺得我在針對
在座各位都在做垃圾沒在分類
Yall fake假情假愛像在假交配
沒有紮根那你壓根是在消費
新世代的勢力隨時蓄勢待發
我們靠著自己實力你們在找代打
下一次再給我mic drop
保證你再也撿不回來要你承擔業的代價

而當你站上台前在深呼吸要拿起麥克風
這首歌將在你腦裡響起成為你的惡夢
而當我浮上台 面用真實力搶走你的麥克風
你就別再給我碰沒關係儘管扯破你的喉嚨

而當你站上台前在深呼吸要拿起麥克風
這首歌將在你腦裡響起成為你的惡夢
而當我浮上檯面用真實力搶走你的麥克風
你就別再給我碰碰碰碰碰

Fuck outta here with that weak shit
好意思說你在做音樂
Fuck outta here with that fake shit
仿造的金鍊被我摧毀
生鏽的皇冠被我捏碎
You know what

Fuck outta here with that weak shit
好意思說你在做音樂
Fuck outta here with that fake shit
仿造的金鍊被我摧毀
生鏽的皇冠被我捏碎
被揉成廢鐵
You're getting wasted

大獨家大獨家大獨家
豹子膽一人進行華語音樂大屠殺
那些消費文化的Ima fuck you up
那些該被焚化的Ima fuck you up
我就是看不慣
你看著我的眼睛說你做的東西爛不爛
三腳貓功夫濫竽充數
我當眾揭穿你的真面目
Now what you gon do
用三分鐘哼出個爛旋律
配個拔辣和弦組團賺錢去
唱些還是別當朋友還是還是愛你
分不清是你歌名還是國中生的id
BOWZ你太敢講了吧
講些大家不敢講的話太爽了吧
Guess what? I'm from the underground
想怎樣就怎樣大雅之堂我高攀不上
但是告訴你個秘密世代正在交替
傳統通路早已達不到以往的高效益
電台要把我消音電視要禁隨你高興
網軍暴民高舉自製武器殺進你家大廳
站上同個立足你無依無靠
沒實力就被剔除掉where's your庇護now
這是文革斗地主style
土炮製的地圖炮BOWZ

而當你站上台前在深呼吸要拿起麥克風
這首歌將在你腦裡響起成為你的惡夢
而當我浮上檯面用真實力搶走你的麥克風
你就別再給我碰沒關係儘管扯破你的喉嚨

而當你站上台前在深呼吸要拿起麥克風
這首歌將在你腦裡響起成為你的惡夢
而當我浮上檯面用真實力搶走你的麥克風
你就別再給我碰碰碰碰碰

Fuck outta here with that weak shit
好意思說你在做音樂
Fuck outta here with that fake shit
仿造的金鍊被我摧毀
生鏽的皇冠被我捏碎
You know what

Fuck outta here with that weak shit
好意思說你在做音樂
Fuck outta here with that fake shit
仿造的金鍊被我摧毀
生鏽的皇冠被我捏碎
被揉成廢鐵
You're getting wasted

Bowz
If you're so real
Then what's the big deal about a deal
你就是我們要的
找個時間一起聊個
Bowz
If your dream comes true
你是否還會如此憤怒
這就是我們要的
Let's find some time to talk about a

To Alice

The other day I hailed an Uber,
Tears streamed down my face as I got in.
The radio blasted trash music again,
Bro, I couldn't take it anymore.
I asked the driver for the aux cord,
Blasted my new demo at max volume.
Uber turned into a garbage truck,
Noise pollution blasting every street corner.

Meaning, as soon as you hear my song,
Passing your hood, you know it's time to take out the trash.
How long has it been since you cleaned your playlist?
Shit stinks so bad, can't you smell the stench?
Like living in an abalone shop, you're used to the smell.
Sorry, I'm just keeping it real,
Tell me, who's your worshipped idol?
I'm a storm, tearing down false gods, your idols are weak and insignificant.

Don't think I'm targeting anyone,
Everyone here makes trash, no one recycles.
Y'all fake, fake love, fake mating,
No roots, you're just consuming.
The new generation's force is rising,
We rely on our own strength, you seek substitutes.
Next time I drop the mic,
You won't pick it up, you'll face the consequences.

And when you stand on stage, take a deep breath, grab the mic,
This song will echo in your head, your worst nightmare.
And when I rise, with real skill, snatch your microphone,
Don't touch it, scream your lungs out if you want.

And when you stand on stage, take a deep breath, grab the mic,
This song will echo in your head, your worst nightmare.
And when I rise, with real skill, snatch your microphone,
Don't you dare touch it, touch, touch, touch, touch.

Fuck outta here with that weak shit,
You dare call that music?
Fuck outta here with that fake shit,
I crush your fake gold chains.
Your rusty crown, I shatter it,
You know what,

Fuck outta here with that weak shit,
You dare call that music?
Fuck outta here with that fake shit,
I crush your fake gold chains.
Your rusty crown, I shatter it,
Turn it into scrap,
You're getting wasted.

Exclusive, exclusive, exclusive,
Bowz, single-handedly slaughtering the Chinese music scene.
Those who exploit culture, I'ma fuck you up.
Those who deserve to be burned, I'ma fuck you up.
I just can't stand it,
Look me in the eyes and tell me your stuff ain't garbage.
Amateur skills, pretending to be great,
I expose your true face to the world.
Now what you gon' do,
Hum a crappy melody in three minutes,
Slap on some basic chords, form a band, and make some money,
Singing about "let's not be friends" or "I still love you",
Can't tell if it's your song title or a middle schooler's username.
BOWZ, you're too outspoken,
Saying things others wouldn't dare, it's so satisfying, right?
Guess what? I'm from the underground,
Do whatever I want, the high society's out of my reach.
But let me tell you a secret, the generation is shifting,
Traditional channels no longer reach the same heights.
Radio wants to mute me, TV wants to ban me, do as you please,
Online mobs with homemade weapons storm your halls.
Standing on the same ground, you're all alone,
Without skills, you're eliminated, where's your protection now?
This is a cultural revolution, landlord style,
Homemade cannon, BOWZ.

And when you stand on stage, take a deep breath, grab the mic,
This song will echo in your head, your worst nightmare.
And when I rise, with real skill, snatch your microphone,
Don't touch it, scream your lungs out if you want.

And when you stand on stage, take a deep breath, grab the mic,
This song will echo in your head, your worst nightmare.
And when I rise, with real skill, snatch your microphone,
Don't you dare touch it, touch, touch, touch, touch.

Fuck outta here with that weak shit,
You dare call that music?
Fuck outta here with that fake shit,
I crush your fake gold chains.
Your rusty crown, I shatter it,
You know what,

Fuck outta here with that weak shit,
You dare call that music?
Fuck outta here with that fake shit,
I crush your fake gold chains.
Your rusty crown, I shatter it,
Turn it into scrap,
You're getting wasted.

Bowz,
If you're so real,
Then what's the big deal about a deal,
You're exactly what we need,
Let's find some time to talk,
Bowz,
If your dream comes true,
Will you still be so angry,
This is exactly what we need,
Let's find some time to talk about a