Bara Blaque - Counter Establishment [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The Lords blessings left him lyrically inclined
You peeping inside a masters mind a defiant
Vicious victim to a system corrupted inflicted
With a virus colour blinded non-bias tyrant
Since whispers of saints slithering sinning in
Silence to be honest venom inside menacingly
Smiling killed off all the feelings nothing
Left inside him this is God bombing on Sodom
I ain't playing if we ain't playing for keeps
You playing possum you displaying traits
A player only sees in these bitches. Your pops
Should’ve named you blossom or Cheyenne
Or Emma what son I tried fam but I can't
So fuck em I tried listen youngns fronting
Like they’ve forgotten I’m not one to be fucked with
Yo viva la siempre Bara Got a Temper Remember

And F your establishment if your decided agenda
Is to divide yours by race gender religion and science
You fighting dying to widen your horizon confused divided
Surviving the times and trying to find what life is
Behind your eyes it looking like you quite stressed
Can't find the words to describe this feeling of dread inside ya
You ain't worried you worried for them you a survivor
Its adapt or die kids outsider using rap as an outlet we outchea
Can't swallow my pride to hard to digest feel like success at the tip
And my failure at my neck this is the counter establishment
Counting down to doomsday wondering where standards went
This game ain't nothing but a bucket of wings to a starving African
I bury your champions who wanna challenge us the Koup Gods
If you are kings tampering with my talisman as i'm being pampered in
My pantheon top chef cooking up the ambience i'm a wolf on all beats
Snatching and grabbing cattle in my camp fire
All dark skinned no fair fighters nuts hanging low due to gravity
They’re gargantuan moving like a tarantula
Laughing at all you amateurs people the Koup the catalyst for greatness
You fuckers can't muster up the stamina so sit the fuck down
After we drop like half the world got to be mad at us don’t give a fuck
It’s the koup here happy koup year Bara the barbarian marching into your area
To Counter your establishments cause I don’t understand where the fuck these
Standards went I ain't rapping muthafucka just let me vent
Im fucking tired

If it ain't a rise in these prices it’s a crisis with isis
To frightened to close your eyelids eyes widened
Vision nightmarish distracted its quite scary any
Second you might perish distracted by buying designers
And finding the perfect diet what am I hearing
Its quite apparent you would be a better parent
You blinded by your survival your selfishness so transparent
Your reflection your greatest rival you only lose if your careless
Read your body language so clearly your mind got air in it
Your soul is silent inner child is acting childish
Still afraid of monsters when theirs no cover we all suffer
And none of us are smiling heard the government conspiring
Young fela still hustling and grinding bumping shuffering and smiling
What the fuck is going on man?
Man im quite stressed i'm losing my head this counter establishment
Im the nicest that’s till i'm dead i'm hear to counter establishments

And if you don’t feel me then get off of my dick my spec is high spec
Life is my chick the world my side bitch and im nice
Ill eat your favourite rapper and have his bitch as a side dish
Im the nicest somewhere between Christ and Osiris
Golden mean between darkness and enlightenment