A. Jay - Gorrilaz vs Demons [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro: A-Jay

Mic Check

Verse 1: A-Jay

Wrong War with the right soldier
MC's and Mic holders
Staring and glancing
Like I'm Marilyn Manson
But I'm black fuck a white coma
I might fuck a white ho to watch her eyes roll
To the back of her head
Nigga rap isn't dead
I got my glasses and I'm writing
On my mattress with lead
And all these fake ass rappers getting smashed in the head
I told you
Start shit I dare you cuz I'm swinging with the left hook
Note books full of illustrations like a text book
Lyric superfluity
Google me if you need more
Day light savings, fall back I'm gonna spring forward
Three doors down from my house there are three whores
Down for the smashing and I'm sacking like I'm Seymour, Raiding
On this Rap shit damn its fucking majic
Clap bitch other fake niggas like an actress
Monsters Goblins
Shout out to the Goblins
Shout out to the niggas that are steady hitting Targets
Marksmen Archers
Pussy's don't alarm us we sleep well eat well smoking on the ganja
Shout out to the Rastas
Grow them fuckers longer cuz these single mamas twisting
Gonna need they fucking dollars
Know that when they get them they on Vacay bye
Let me spell it for you niggas A-J-A-Y
Hol up

Dialog: A-Jay & Illa Gutta

A-Jay: shit, if they can't bob to this idk wtf they can bob too
Illa: Me either
A-Jay: Got my nigga Illa here haha
Illa: yea
A-Jay: AKA Black Jesus out this bitch
Illa: That's what they calling me now, I like that

Verse 2: Illa Gutta
NoT patiently waiting, been constantly waiting
Like sitting on the toilet while you constipated
Contemplating the whole constitution
Cuz the whole lil things a piece of cotton paper
They call me Stanley Milgram, Mr. Shock Generator
This Whole societies a Holocaust in the making
We coming for the Forts, Army bossing the Navy
Thinking you gonna win your first loss when you play me
Hall of Fame resume don't care if you pro
They tried to change Medicaid, don't care if you broke
Got the flow got the rhymes and I got the power
Illa Mattic but i'm still Auto, that's rocket power
Keep a shell on my emotions I don't think
That you ever gonna hear that shit open
You rappers must got cotton mouth
Cuz you non rapping as niggas Got no spit

Verse 3: A-Jay and Illa Gutta

A-Jay: You want a milli Illa? I want a milli too
Lets stack these honeys in the jar like we was Winnie Pooh
I hustle supa hard its bout to kill me dude
I keep a bottle of the tussin fuckin get me through

Illa: I want a milli but I want 2 milli too
Lets ride out on these niggas like Hillbillies do
Got prestige from Florida to Philly too
Gorillaz & Demons welcome to the city zoo

A-Jay: That's Guerrilla Illa
Jay with the demons

Illa: Jay got the dope flow
Illa got the feensman

A-Jay: Lame niggas don't know
Paid and we eating
Beef is a choice
But it came wit a beating

Illa: Destroying cockroaches spray the raid to the ceiling
Niggas best behave or meet their grave this evening

A-Jay: Flow like the water Flame isn't leaving

Illa: My flow getting hotter like the change of the season