Angry Mic - Dangerous Minds [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yeah, 2Deep, you fucking killed this shit, man. But I'mma make sure it's dead, you know? I'mma put one more in the fucking head. Yo, yeah


Verse One

Is anybody out there? Anybody just hear?
Intervention should be getting everybody aware

Is your hearing impaired? Did your fear interfere?
Steer clear, Oh, it's just another mere premier

Is everybody on shrooms that everybody assume
That I would depart apart from my nutty platoon?

You bloody buffoons, it's time to study my tunes
Or is it just my buddies who can see me budded in June?

Am I spitting to myself? Am I sitting on the shelf?
Should I start sonning these rappers and whip them with a belt?

I'm pissing on their wealth, saying this is how I felt
When I brought you everything but you listen to someone else

Am I losing my mind by pursuing these rhymes?
Disillusion cause the movement just ain't moving at times

Should I bid adieu to this grind? I wrote a slew of these rhymes
In feuds I made dudes spew, who should resign?


Chorus

They don't fear how I feel about it, I was keeping it real, they just want to deal up out it

If I could heal, you would hear about it, sovereign artistes would have a meal in the ear to shout it

They don't feel how we feel about it, we were keeping it real, they just want to deal up out it

All these queers weren't sincere about it, now it is severely crowded, why they take the real up out it?


Verse Two


My "Castle Made of Sand" went and fell into the sea
But Jimi [Hendrix] said that would happen eventually

The sensi tree's density tapping my entity
If rapping ain't meant to be, I'm macking off empathy

Sent to be tempered, B, since my record exemplary
What I think in seconds could take you a century

Sensor me? Your sensory is consented, you so compliant
Potentially, my vents get offensive as Kobe Bryant

I showed defiance over science, they defend their drop
Their poems pliant, so the tyrant's gonna bend 'em, watch!

No alliance, you guys tools to the fire, applied fuel
The only time you ever dropped science was high school

These rappers wanna be so popular, they let the pop occur
Then what you knocking to could be hip-hop or fucking opera

Stop it, brah, I ain't got the time or the patience
Go find you some cadence, your rhymes? They need maintenance


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Verse Three


Dro sacks in my hoe's shack where she grows at
She's part of the droves that are fiending the coke packs

Don't impose, for that snow, she making the dough stack
Always on Prozac and I don't oppose that

Known sap, drove cats to fucking bestow cash
Bone fast, don't ask, I said I had no scratch

She's screaming she loathes rap, burning my Kodaks
Can I get the dro sacks and some of my clothes back?

Revel in his bars, Jerz rebel with a cause
I mettle cause they don't deserve the bezzle or the cars

A fifth that pop off gets a prick to prop off
A phallus that needs Cialis, you a dick that got soft

Stick to the pop charts, I ain't gonna lose sleep
It's Angry and 2Deep, withstanding a few creeps

To shaming the new fleet, to fans who abuse beats
The glamour make you weak, my grammar induce heat


Chorus

Alright, 2Deep, it's fucking dead now
I hope you're happy
Anno [Domini], what the fuck is up, man?
Keep making those fucking classics, man
Angry... fucking Mic
2Deep, motherfucker, on the beat, yeah


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