R.O.T.C (Interlude)
2010
2:43
Official Music Video
R.O.T.C (Interlude) by Kendrick Lamar
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Kendrick Lamar:]
This is me thinking at 4:43 AM, June 6th
Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping, I need money now
Like should I start trapping?
If what I write down don't collect this very moment
Then I'm on it, no question
In the streets, my niggas is well connected, let's see
Do I cop a pound of kush, Promethazine or push some E?
Oxycontin have me laying on soft cotton when I sleep?
This is deep as the abyss, I'm not just rhyming on the beat
I be in spots, chopping the rocks like Flintstone feet
This is me, frustrated, battling my own evils
Finna saddle up that work across Ohio in a Geo
Or should I sell my music .zip to buy your zip
And hope one day it flourish to a kilo
Track record of a hustler
Rather records on the needle, making music
Clocking fast bank like a shot from Patrick Ewing
My nigga, what you doing on these corners whipping?
"I thought you had a show?" Well, my nigga, I guess I didn't
I'm tryna get this dough, and easy money sounds tempting
Especially when your homies pushing V8 engines
Twenty-two on twenty-sixes, Range Rovers rolling up
Three-fifty for an ounce of fire, I hope I got enough
This industry calling my bluff, I need a new solution
Curb-serving, or I might be in your store boosting
Two-elevens with Mac-11s like fuck hip-hop
Don't wanna be Pun, don't wanna be B.I.G., don't wanna be Pac
Just give me your funds, A.K.A. everything that you got
Or everything getting shot, for nothing
Leave you in shock, coughing up blood and mumbling
Watch, the plans of a young man sponsor
Moving grams like relocating your mom's mamma
Then expand to the Hoover Dam, water, sherm
Contraband, they yearn for the butt-naked
Fuck a verse, verses get let off in thirty minutes, six seconds
I disperse to the world of unruly, where I put the mic down
And pick up a sack and a toolie, if you knew me
You'll know I always had a passion for riddling, writing
But lately, I've been thinking 'bout taking chances to brighten
My future financially, so please don't be mad at me
I gotta do what I gotta do, no shit
So I tell my nigga, "Front me, let me put it on the strip"
Then give it back when I think about the consequence
Shit
[BJ the Chicago Kid:]
There are times, when you need someone
I will be by your side
Oh darling, 'cause there is a light that shines
Special for you, and me yeah
I-take-I-take-take my chances-chances-chances
Before they pass, they pass, they pass
Pass me by, oh darling
You've got to look at the other side
[Kendrick Lamar:]
R.O.T.C—Right On Time Conscience
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of R.O.T.C (Interlude) by Kendrick Lamar
R.O.T.C (Interlude)* (original Kendrick Lamar)
[Kendrick Lamar:]
This is me thinking at 4:43 AM, June 6th
Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping, I need money now
Like should I start trapping?
If what I write down don't collect this very moment
Then I'm on it, no question
In the streets, my niggas is well connected, let's see
Do I cop a pound of kush, Promethazine or push some E?
Oxycontin have me laying on soft cotton when I sleep?
This is deep as the abyss, I'm not just rhyming on the beat
I be in spots, chopping the rocks like Flintstone feet
This is me, frustrated, battling my own evils
Finna saddle up that work across Ohio in a Geo
Or should I sell my music .zip to buy your zip
And hope one day it flourish to a kilo
Track record of a hustler
Rather records on the needle, making music
Clocking fast bank like a shot from Patrick Ewing
My nigga, what you doing on these corners whipping?
"I thought you had a show?" Well, my nigga, I guess I didn't
I'm tryna get this dough, and easy money sounds tempting
Especially when your homies pushing V8 engines
Twenty-two on twenty-sixes, Range Rovers rolling up
Three-fifty for an ounce of fire, I hope I got enough
This industry calling my bluff, I need a new solution
Curb-serving, or I might be in your store boosting
Two-elevens with Mac-11s like fuck hip-hop
Don't wanna be Pun, don't wanna be B.I.G., don't wanna be Pac
Just give me your funds, A.K.A. everything that you got
Or everything getting shot, for nothing
Leave you in shock, coughing up blood and mumbling
Watch, the plans of a young man sponsor
Moving grams like relocating your mom's mamma
Then expand to the Hoover Dam, water, sherm
Contraband, they yearn for the butt-naked
Fuck a verse, verses get let off in thirty minutes, six seconds
I disperse to the world of unruly, where I put the mic down
And pick up a sack and a toolie, if you knew me
You'll know I always had a passion for riddling, writing
But lately, I've been thinking 'bout taking chances to brighten
My future financially, so please don't be mad at me
I gotta do what I gotta do, no shit
So I tell my nigga, "Front me, let me put it on the strip"
Then give it back when I think about the consequence
Shit
[BJ the Chicago Kid:]
There are times, when you need someone
I will be by your side
Oh darling, 'cause there is a light that shines
Special for you, and me yeah
I-take-I-take-take my chances-chances-chances
Before they pass, they pass, they pass
Pass me by, oh darling
You've got to look at the other side
[Kendrick Lamar:]
R.O.T.C—Right On Time Conscience
R.O.T.C (Interlude) (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Kendrick Lamar:]
Este soy yo pensando a las 4:43 AM, 6 de junio
A veces quiero mandar al carajo el rap, necesito dinero ahora
Como si debería empezar a trapichear?
Si lo que escribo no recolecta en este mismo momento
Entonces estoy en ello, sin duda
En las calles, mis negros están bien conectados, veamos
¿Compro una libra de kush, prometazina o vendo algo de E?
¿Oxycontin me tiene acostado sobre algodón suave cuando duermo?
Esto es tan profundo como el abismo, no solo estoy rimando en el ritmo
Estoy en lugares, cortando las rocas como pies de Picapiedra
Este soy yo, frustrado, luchando contra mis propios males
A punto de ensillar ese trabajo a través de Ohio en un Geo
¿O debería vender mi música .zip para comprar tu zip?
Y espero que algún día florezca hasta un kilo
Historial de un estafador
Prefiero discos en la aguja, haciendo música
Registrando rápido en el banco como un tiro de Patrick Ewing
Mi negro, ¿qué estás haciendo en estas esquinas azotando?
"¿Pensé que tenías un show?" Bueno, mi negro, supongo que no
Estoy tratando de conseguir esta masa, y el dinero fácil suena tentador
Especialmente cuando tus amigos están empujando motores V8
Veintidós en veintiséis, Range Rovers rodando
Trescientos cincuenta por una onza de fuego, espero tener suficiente
Esta industria está llamando mi farol, necesito una nueva solución
Sirviendo en la acera, o podría estar impulsando en tu tienda
Dos-once con Mac-11s como a la mierda el hip-hop
No quiero ser Pun, no quiero ser B.I.G., no quiero ser Pac
Solo dame tus fondos, A.K.A. todo lo que tienes
O todo recibiendo disparos, por nada
Te dejo en shock, tosiendo sangre y balbuceando
Mira, los planes de un joven patrocinador
Moviendo gramos como reubicando a la mamá de tu mamá
Luego expandirse a la presa Hoover, agua, sherm
Contrabando, anhelan el desnudo
A la mierda un verso, los versos se dejan escapar en treinta minutos, seis segundos
Me disperso al mundo de lo ingobernable, donde dejo el micrófono
Y recojo un saco y una herramienta, si me conocieras
Sabrás que siempre tuve una pasión por adivinar, escribir
Pero últimamente, he estado pensando en tomar oportunidades para iluminar
Mi futuro financieramente, así que por favor no te enojes conmigo
Tengo que hacer lo que tengo que hacer, sin mierda
Así que le digo a mi negro, "Adelántame, déjame ponerlo en la franja"
Luego devuélvelo cuando piense en la consecuencia
Mierda
[BJ the Chicago Kid:]
Hay momentos, en que necesitas a alguien
Estaré a tu lado
Oh cariño, porque hay una luz que brilla
Especial para ti, y para mí sí
Yo-tomo-yo-tomo-tomo mis oportunidades-oportunidades-oportunidades
Antes de que pasen, pasen, pasen
Pásame, oh cariño
Tienes que mirar al otro lado
[Kendrick Lamar:]
R.O.T.C—Conciencia Justo A Tiempo
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