Azadidome - Shoot-out [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

This a shout out of my brain
A breeze brushes out of my mouth
Nautical miles ahead of the north star
It flys skys of
Canvases of silence stain
Inking the vase of yo brain
Pellets through pallets of time

Pain with colors of thoughts
Murmurs noted together feathers of letters
On the birds of my words
Surds unrootable noddin' floatin' flyin'
Into the paper
Taper choking emptiness Poison Pen
And Poisonous poets

Reveal, the Common pen while
I'm penning huriye kalimate
On to yo brain like Janaid Atlaf
Quiet carefully, like a grandma makin'
Tarts sweet like Mavado
More fragile than Lupe

Preventin' a fiasco like you retards
Mirrorin' Wiz Khalifa

A loaf of my words warming
A new start art lookin'
Out yo window wailing wadding wadis
Of wishes
Like a non-materialistic widow in MC Kash's piece

Through the peace of materialism sparks a
Fo-fo for freedom forming filtering of
The sponge with dungeons of photons
Allowing the sun rise above into yo eyes
Ice, ice-cold cold carefully crafted calculatedly
Out of the windows of my words like Dead Prez

Presidential posh hip-hop delicacy
On the platter of silence lens Killah Pirest's
Words

MyVerse so warm, that I freeze yo ears
And eyes, 6 n the morning like ice-t and ice-cube
Jus to shine in the flashlight of the
5th element of hip hop from the rage against the machine
Floating through Tech N9ne into a sniper, Public Enemy

The rap olympics, E-ric B and Rakim in MC Square
In the toilet, my
Mind don't mine Playboy magazines
Focused like KRS
The only one that mines the magazines
Reading out anarchy in XP with
X-rays of x-thoughts

Ass liberation, filling in feeding my rhyme
Like Krazy Race racin rime chime in real
Time flakes. Flicks
In steal that can be shared but not
Sold like Chali 2na

Fishy capitalists niggas altering
To alter me to the dow jones, altar like Viper Records
Slithering main line of lions
Lionized revolutionaries in hip hoppers
Hard, to enter the center
Of his attic underneath
Neatly his mane, Hasan Salaam
Man, he not cold
But still won't fold and
Mold
And ass to our colors

Turfs of lyrical nerds
Disheartening, he hurt us
Pulls out bulls of earthing red pills
Loud Killer Mike like Ill Bill
Sick, Ill Citizen passport breeding
Martyrs and revolutionaries and lyricists
A stable staple complex carbohydrate

Kam, but no Kim
No Kanye West ass Kweli, Talib Kweli
And Mos Def connection, a Black Star
Like Westside Connection
A Klishnikov like Fred Hampton

Original male, melody for our blinding
Malady like Crooked I
Infectious vaccination, tall E.T like
Tall Paul. Paris style Styles of Beyond
No faggots in his mind like Vinnie Paz
Sauce cutting sweet taste, large tasters like Chino XL

Professor Griff, wat grief
His eyes don't animate
On Christmas. No Nicki Minaj
Ho ho ho down the chimney
Cannot use his piece of a lap dancin' theme song

Need to control his ass, no thongs
Yeah, eyes like Che
A demon caring Welfare Poet
Givin' me a headache like pumpkinhead
In the waves

No radio like Radio Rahim, all day
Rebeal diaz, break the star like Breaksar
No profits made form his brain
Like Imam Husain
Through our chambers

Physicists, monkeyin' over kinematics
Lost in a mirage right above like Fatima
Poeticized speech prophet caged immune from d-grades
Like sidegrave like Maqbool Bhat

Bad armored thoughts, Agent of Change
Chanin' the environment like Marcus Garvey
Like a knight
Through the night
Blurs through Robin Hood
Through the hood

Mist missed the moon
Blurs ashamed running' on Highway 61
Act 61 like Chuck D in rites niggas like you
Write more than a psycho

Lynchin' daily X on the KKK
Cross the burnin' cross
I reply, I write daily like its my rite
No UN necessary like I'm Sisi
Smile, with rap rhetoric censoring o more moors
I'm Big Daddy Kane

The elite, utopia delighted to put an X
On my name, professionally like I'm Malcolm or Jasiri
Cause I be a be buzzin' in they
Orchard chart of my heart, Zayd Malik like Mohammd Muneem

Past due my birthday
Be Jashn-e-azadi, for various niggas
Yeah, yai hai khun hai shahida cause
Its dilated peoples like Savage Family

We got 2 work together like Ant Lok
Use your Logic to see its relative
Lowkey, A Tribe called Quest

When worst comes 2 worst
Words be right there checklist
Writ in alarm clock music
For inspiration nation

Cradles of civilizations heart hurt
Under the earth. Like the factions of
Slayers of 2Pac's heart
Dey, got heart stoppers to close the door of conscious

But asses couldn't wipe out lyricism
Stopper from the floor of
Hip hop hoping the hope
In hip-hopin hops like Scott La Rock's voice

Noise sops the tears
Dam, my words a ward to the oppressed
Yet still sharp shaft shin in'
Into yo eyes

Cold they said good niggas
Die young than I bleed blood
Than 2Pac's age is where I lay at

Drunk from y rhymes
Into the waves like the bedouins with Muhammad
Smugglin' rings of sound to
Yo ears underground song like aadvard

Renegade Viet Cong tunnelin'
Mind arms like octopus's hands
The Immortal Technique like Guerrilla Warfare
Shared mechanically stressed the stubble
Travels marxed through linen like a Keinan
Through the mind beats like Sun Tzu

Son, like my mind engaged my gage
Knits itself into reality like Morphius
Beyonce and Jay-Z out of the gluteus maximus of
Illusion like a red pill
Bills fill my mind with death
Neva possible my down fall on the
Waterfall of life that
Be impossible like me getting sidetracked
To the sidetracks of life

This no Nike promotion
Can't apologize for death cause
I ain't LeBron James
I'm no pussy
So I don't get 9 lives