SHELBY
Redo Lyrics

My name is Shelby.
The singer identifies himself as Shelby.

They all want to be like me, they all need to become Shelby faster.
Many people aspire to be like the singer, and they feel a strong urgency to achieve this as soon as possible.

What's the point in my rap lyrics? You'll die before becoming Shelby.
The singer questions the value of his own lyrics, suggesting that they may have a poisonous effect on those who try to emulate him.

My circle is narrower than your field of vision, you'll never notice Shelby.
The artist suggests that his social circle is small, and that he is not easily accessible or recognizable to everyone.

They all want to be like me? Okay.
The artist acknowledges the common desire for people to imitate him, but expresses indifference towards this.

Before you try to catch up to me, remember: every loser can predict my future easily.
The singer warns others that he is not an easy person to surpass, and that those who attempt to do so will likely predictably fail.

Do you really want to stand behind me, my friend? I'll bury you deeper than the Alma-Ata mine.
The singer challenges others to follow him at their own risk, warning that they will suffer serious setbacks and possibly even worse fates.

F*** the bitch. You want facts? The album and the promo material will expose you.
The artist dismisses criticism from a female detractor, and implies that his music and sales numbers speak for themselves.

My bro is here, he's in it for long. I call him out through the microphone.
The artist implies that he is supported by a loyal confidante who contributes to his success, often communicating this support through his music performances.

My set is simple, I call it 'vibe': lifestyle, good music and life or death loyalty.
The artist describes his philosophy towards life and music, focusing on personal authenticity, musical excellence and strong personal connections.

I minimize communication to the bare minimum, as I only hear 'yak yak yak'.
The singer indicates that he prefers silence to trivial conversation, as he feels that most chatter is pointless and detracts from the larger picture.

I'm from hundreds of places, each one feels like home. I've shown a better life than all movies.
The artist describes the many locations he has lived in, suggesting that he finds something of value in each one. He also implies that he has achieved something greater than what can be represented in film.

Throw away your beat, I killed your entire block. My new Nikes on my feet, like a primer.
The singer boasts about his ability to surpass his rivals in the music industry, using metaphors of material wealth and aggressive behavior.

Give me sound, give me more sound. Against all effects, we're two out of two, bro.
The singer demands more output from his music equipment, suggesting that he is eager to push his musical limits. He also expresses solidarity to a friend, suggesting that they are similarly driven and coordinated.

You've heard grime, but they're lying, bro. It's a hundred lines, but they can hardly repeat them.
The singer suggests that contemporary musical trends are not credible, and that their content is shallow and repetitive.

I lose my taste for food, I lose thirst and hunger. From night till morning, sleeping pills don't help.
The artist describes the toll that his music has taken on his body and mind, suggesting that he is consumed by his passion for music and that this may be detrimental to his health.

Rags, fame, I'm not interested in anything. It doesn't matter where I am outside home.
The artist suggests that his basic needs and priorities have shifted due to his music career, and that he is unconcerned with material goods and social status.

I'm angry without the flow details. All that's left is grime and total disregard. Everything is boiling in my work, and my apartment is upside down.
The singer describes the creative tension that he feels when producing his music, suggesting that this has ramifications for his lifestyle and living environment.

If I go outside, it's in my sport car with the Webasto. I've been on this path for too long; screw medals, this game has no rules.
The singer implies that he has achieved great success in the music industry, and that he is constantly pushing himself and his surroundings to the limit.

For so long, rap has been my therapy. I searched for medicine in my lyrics until the dawn.
The artist describes how he has used his music to process and work through his personal struggles, and that he feels a strong sense of catharsis when creating new songs.

Only truth is without aplomb, you motherf****r. I've become mentally ill, you know.
The artist suggests that his music is uncompromising in its honesty and authenticity, and that this has affected his mental well-being.

Know that I've crossed the line. No matter what others say, it's grime that made me who I am. I'm walking through, and the road to paradise awaits.
The artist suggests that there is no going back for him personally or professionally, and that the future holds great potential for him creatively and artistically.

How long I've walked this path of uncertainty. Damn your medals, this game is ruthless. But you'll only leave here by walking forward, step by step.
The singer reflects on the challenges he has faced in his music career, and encourages others to keep pushing beyond their limits despite the difficulties.