[Verse 1:] [诗歌1 ： ]

My looks wrong, I know I sound odd 我的长相错了，我知道我听起来奇怪

   

But when I hit the mic the first time, I found God 但是，当我打的麦克风是第一次，我发现神

I'm not downtrodden, lack a great bod, and I be looking more like the crowd on Cape Cod 我不是受压迫，缺乏一个伟大的董事会，我会寻找更多样的人群在科德角

But ever since I pumped up my Reeboks, before "Fiddy" and his unit from the G block 但自从我抽到了我的锐步， “ Fiddy ”和他的部队前，从G座

I been rhyming in the mirror, blending in, 我一直押韵的镜子，在混合，

like a diamond in the clear, trying to strut it like a peacock 喜欢在清澈的钻石，试图支撑它像一只孔雀

I taught myself how to beat box 我自学了如何拍框

When I was listening to Jay 5 and Pete Rock 当我在听周杰伦5和皮特岩

2Pac and Chief Rock, you know, that we gotcha 2Pac的首席摇滚，你知道，我们的疑难杂症

Chillin' like a meat locker, hotter than some sriracha 寒冷的像肉柜，比一些拉差热

Sip a bitter memory, and make an ugly face as if it's nothing but some cheap vodka 品尝苦涩的记忆，使一个丑陋的脸，如果它的无非是一些廉价的伏特加

Just some fuckin' mind erasers 只是一些他妈的头脑橡皮擦

But I'm from the bay, and we don't spend a dime on chasers 但我从海湾，我们不花猎一角钱

   

[Hook:] [钩： ]

All I wanted to do is write rhymes 所有我想要做的就是写儿歌

All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes 我曾经想做的事就是写儿歌

All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes 我曾经想做的事就是写儿歌

(Huh?) Is that a crime? （咦？ ），那是一种犯罪？

(What?) To write rhymes? （什么？ ）编写的儿歌？

   

[Verse 2:] [诗2： ]

I don't be an economist 我也不是一个经济学家

I don't want to be a cheap novelist 我并不想成为一个廉价的小说家

I don't want to be a weed or a botanist 我并不想成为一个杂草或植物学

I don't want to be a pimp or bottom bitch 我并不想成为一个皮条客或底部婊子

I don't want to be a strip club manager 我并不想成为一个脱衣舞俱乐部经理

And I'd hate to be a strip club janitor 而我不想成为一家脱衣舞俱乐部看门

Mopping up for crusty ass customer, bust in their nuts in the cuts I 扫荡的硬皮屁股客户，胸围在坚果中的捷径，

Just wanna bust a verse 只想胸围的诗句

I don't wanna be a court jester 我并不想成为一个宫廷小丑

I don't want to be a royal poison tester 我并不想成为一个王室毒试验机

I don't wanna pick up dog crap for park and rec 我不想捡狗废话公园和REC

And I don't want to be a doghouse architect 我不想成为一个狗窝建筑师

I don't want to be a server 我并不想成为一个服务器

I don't want to flip beef burgers 我不想翻转牛肉汉堡

Be a beat maker 是一个节拍器

A wal mart greeter 沃尔玛超市迎宾

A CEO, an astronaut or a fucking sheep herder 一位CEO ，宇航员还是他妈的牧羊人

   

[Verse 3:] [诗歌3 ： ]

But the sad fact is, most real folks don't get don't get to practice 但可悲的事实是，最真实的乡亲不要不要练

What we love for a living 我们为生活爱

We do backflips 我们做后空翻

And no matter where we're at on the atlas 而且无论身在何处，我们是在对阿特拉斯

Earth spins on it's axis 地球自转它的轴

Back to the rat race 回到老鼠赛跑

Run the hampster wheel 运行仓鼠轮

At a mad pace 在疯狂的步伐

We'll run laps till our last days 我们会跑圈，直到我们最后的日子

Just a beast till the last rose petal drops in the glass case 只是一个野兽，直到最后的玫瑰花瓣滴在玻璃箱

   

I'm one of a lucky bunch 我是一个幸运的一群之一

But I upchuck my free lunch when sucker punched 但我upchuck我的免费午餐时，又猛

I'm fucking up, I don't want to free pass 我他妈的起来，我不想免费通行证

When my ancestors potatoes rotted in the field they would have to eat grass 当我的祖先腐烂的土豆在现场，他们将不得不吃草

And folks put on ski masks 和人戴上滑雪面具

When their back's against the wall throwing right hooks 当他们回来的靠在墙上扔右勾拳

And I just wanna pen verses, write hooks 我只想用笔诗句，写钩

Man I'm such lucky asshole 男人我这样幸运的混蛋

Someone fucking slap me with my rhymebook 有人他妈的打我和我的rhymebook