Aisha Sekhmet - Smoke A Pound [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Baptized in homicidal third eye visions
Skeletons slip in a wasteland prison of rage
Blind by the life we given
Grinding, relying on a clip and the gauge
Niggas need nuts on they chin to help ‘em
Fuck you and your album shout out to Malcolm X
Revolutionary hearts connect
Filthy rich and bitch I’m next
Fuck it hang a million niggas in public
Federal dope slangin Pentagon puppets
Whoever in the sky spitting down and cursing us
Dropped off a long way from home
No mercy they drill niggas no bother
Shitting on the grave of the white forefather ghosts
Drugs they help the most, get high
Dream of blood, don’t overdose
Repeat the past, fast forward, rewind it
Sentiments for niggas broke no bail bonding
Give a fake bitch the game and they gas it
Nuclear abusive bastards
Switch lanes on a ho, money for the madness

[Hook]

Smoke a pound fuckin with the science of sound
Smoke a pound fuckin with the science of sound
Smoke a pound fuckin with the science of sound
Chiefin leaf with the priestess
Smoke a pound fuckin with the science of sound
Smoke a pound fuckin with the science of sound
Smoke a pound fuckin with the science of sound

[Verse 2]

Never been nice to niggas my advice to niggas is
Don’t trust the bitch who bought your soul
Funny how it all come together for gold
And how it all break apart when the money go
Money come quicker than the trends and the shit we follow
Give a dog a bone, a molly and a purple shake
The black sphinx telling a riddle
Crack it down the middle get inside the gate
Sambo the fiddle ho first checkmate
Baking soda, weight and a apron tied
Pyramid gold in the pan surprise
The hood know who the muffin man with pies is
Gingerbread boy running catch him
Flight from the red dot vengeance, hexing
Retrospective unity and the gun
Scare many motherfuckers knowledge to some
Cake, cake, Arm & Hammer baking
Got em hippy shaking with the Bic and a spoon
Feed a motherfucker his doom- collect coins
Dance like Diddy when the Second Line come
Who got the keys to the city selling that pastry

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Sekhmet- She is I, and I am She
Mouth full of gold hieroglyph spitter
Unordinary killer digging deep in your pockets
Pressed for time ring the bell and teach the nine ball
Now we got a reason and a season to cock it
Dope fiend naked in the house with no windows
Look what the glass dick done did to the niggas
Snakes got venom in ‘em, squeeze the life out ‘cha
But it still don’t benefit nada
We here till the death light up and get bent
Capital is all we want but don't get
Welcome to the next side of love and war
A bitch played it raw and I remember surely
Whatever I saw don’t disappoint me
Taught me how to pick apart the real from phony
Can’t wait to pick apart your skull and bones
Blame society for the militant shit I’m on

[Hook]

[Outro]

Approaching a paradigm of field niggas
You know I’m a trill nigga
Paradigm of real niggas scaring ‘em
Scaring ‘em
Scaring 'em