Текст песни: Lover + перевод

They like to tell me I’m a lover, not a fighter

They like to think that I’m a lover, not a fighter

They always say that I’m a lover not a fighter

Til a head hits the ground before feels a little lighter

They like to tell me I’m a lover, not a fighter

They like to think that I’m a lover, not a fighter

They always say that I’m a lover not a fighter

Til a head hits the ground and it feels a little lighter

From the

Hole in the back of it, clapping fast and I’m accurate, stab or gash til you

panic and

Jab a man in the abdomen

Wrap a massive package in wrapping paper and pass it on to my family and

brethren, that’s my album, I’m rapping classics, that is

Track after track of a

Badder man that can master and mix his own

Shit and smash the criteria of a rapper, as well as of a producer so looking

into the future, you can expect to see me flying high like a paratrooper,

that is

Recruiting features from names that are on the A list and playing on stages

bigger than names that just couldn’t make it, unveil my shit wait for my label

to pay my wages get it in within the week, I won’t have to be waiting ages for

the

Payment and royalties royally bestowed upon me like the crown and scepter that

I’ll inevitably get and when the day is at hand that you can say the game is

saved at least you’ll know who to look to and to administer your praise and

that is

The guy in front of you killing tracks like it’s nothing and summoning the

spirits of every lyricist that’s given a million percent in every move that

they ever made, that’s from having the fans a-bouncing to tactically throwing

shade

So take a crack if you think that your rapping’s ill enough, could use some

competition but doubt anyone’ll bite or even try and make a move against a guy

with a pen as ill as mine coz you’ll get left in a state, regardless as always

They like to tell me I’m a lover, not a fighter

They like to think that I’m a lover, not a fighter

They always say that I’m a lover not a fighter

Til a head hits the ground before feels a little lighter

They like to tell me I’m a lover, not a fighter

They like to think that I’m a lover, not a fighter

They always say that I’m a lover not a fighter

Til a head hits the ground and it feels a little lighter

But I’ve been fighting for ages, inner demons, outer racists, ageists, players,

closest family and friends that try to stigmatise afflictions they don’t have

to live with while I sit and writhe, admit myself that I can be a little hard

to put up with at times…

But I don’t care what they gotta say

Hey, I’ll do me and you motherfuckers stay

Straight living repetitive lives while I’m getting ahead

And I bet than when I’m in my delicate sheets feeling elegant

Open my eyes at whenever the fuck that I think that it’s time to wake up you’ll

be missing the guy you decided to straight push away because one of these days.

Fuck it, today. Well I’m pushing everyone else back

I’ll make it short so there ain’t even need to send back

5 words to summarise how I feel. On my count, if you feel the same way then

shout out:

FUCK EVERYBODY THAT ISN’T ME!

I’ve been bitter with people

And at times, it’s gone savage

Not a single one of them have dared deny my talent

I’m fulfilling my destiny as a scribe

I’m here and it’s my time

I’m bright and I fucking shine

Living up to my middle name

It’s bait, fake playaz don’t prevail

Wanna gas you up like I was when I first heard Hail

Uggh

Feel that?

(Clap clap)

Peel back

(Wigs fast)

White boys

(Act black?)

Oh No!

(Stop that)

It’s just embarrassing' so leave it to niggas to say nigga

And pull triggers at figures that ain’t with us and leave splinters in every

finger that’d pull against us

Bitch I’m insensitive and set in my ways but

I still proclaim that I’m a lover, not a fighter

I like to think that I’m a lover, not a fighter

I’ll always say that I’m a lover not a fighter

I don’t smoke anymore but I still carry a lighter

I’ve always thought that I’m a lover, not a fighter

I swear to god that I’m a lover, not a fighter

I pinky promise I’m a lover not a fighter

I make music for people who need their day a little brighter