Al Basics - Resurrection (Queens Is Back) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I resurrected from the fires of hell with a staff and halo
Brain's plato not to be played though
In plain clothes shining with a saint's glow
Smoking out the frame, watch my name creep to fame slow
Ah.. the smart hop is infiltrating
A song about a craft, a crowd's anticipating
A sign of anarchy overthrows this situation
Tell those who be dissing Basics, never turn your back on greatness
A descendant of that Queens Honor
You know that Nas, Tribe, Fif, Cool, Mobb Line up
Used to pull all nighters so the doughs higher
This the new truth for the old liars
I've never been one to compare my dreams to fantasies
They thankfully actually served as guides to my strategy
And now I'm actively a true passive geek who has to be in boom bap rap tragedy
I've paid dues but that debt is nowhere near done
I understand this talents worth a billion
I treat my foes like them hoes who be sick son
I dont fuck with them, that is enough
I come from hard blocks, right off the 7 train
Out in Queens where most dream to erase the pain
But we can't so we stumble on dismissing fame
Run when it begins to rain, wonder if we'll end the games

[Break]
Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap, let them know Queens is Back.... Scholar

[Verse 2]
I've had enough of the right way, waited heavy on these fucking light weights
Get your bars up, but first get out my face
Speak to me like you'd speak in a lion's cage
Racing with a giants pace your facing rage with patient traits
Don't let casual dressing fool ya
This Whitman and Mahatma mixed with Poe and Luther
So I show maneuvers of ignored intruders
Whose soul purpose is to expose abusers
Break it down simpler, my minds out the matrix
No longer connected, I'm no longer impatient
I do what I do and the muse helps me does it, or do it, whatever as long as its the ruckus
I'm better now than I ever been before
I've explored the inner now that peace in me brings war
This pure, it's boom bap matured
Recipe's everlasting kamerata 3rd phloor
But these rappers will front like I ain't killin shit
Like I ain't what they try to be, like I ain't a lyricist
The catalyst, graduate dropping adequate manuscripts
Advocate alchemist practicing passionate battle scripts
Get off me, money talks but that shit be costly
Im a nomad with a pad and my pen is the trophy
A poet with a past that be laughing real low key
As much as you could have heard these fuckers don't know me
The type to sit, blow trees, and do it real slowly
See how they hate my whole steeze like my shit be corny
Then I log into my networks and all I see is some cloned me's
Even how they pose b that shit is just so me