Bara Blaque - Live From Planet Earth [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yo most of my homeys think I’m a mad man
Because I’m like yo if i had the chance man
I’d probably fix the world on the low
I’ve actually made some plans and
I’d be happy to show you drafts to my memorandum
Thats very random
They thinking niccuh please
You just use your pen and pad you not that bad at rap
Plus you got to add to the fact that you got
Tatts and you sag should’ve thought of that
Instead you were busy skipping class sipping yac
With a fine bitch with great tits and a cuter ass
Smoking grass wonder if she wonder where Kuda at
Fuck that thats Kudas past so hungry Kuda could’ve
Been raised in Budapest
Thinking back wasn’t even writing raps
Yo dude relax its hard enough being me
Even harder being blaque with a high iQ
Black spelt with a Q
Bad attitude Rapper Advanced
These niccuhs thinking too acute
Too narrow minded with the angles you
View the world
Judge me by my skin colour being watched by big brother
New all seeing eye controlled by a man now thats the truth
Senpai got me covered this reporting LIVE FROM PLANET EARTH
So open your eyes and realise theres nowhere to hide
All seeing eye behind the blinds unwrapping ribbons
In the sky no wonder you blind to the signs
You in my sights my appetite for destruction decided
That it can’t subside we refuse to diet
Times flying we dying
And it hits hard like iron piping hot when hunger strike
Keeping me up at night
You hear me lord you hear me thought it was
The lord replying or thunder striking
NAH stomach grumbling soon as i saw the mic
Now you feel my hunger right ?
Behind these bars this is the P.O.V of a P.O.W
On a hunger strike far comfortable
Lord of war son of mars i've made it not payed yet
Blazed stages but not famous and life and i
Our relationship on and off like faulty lights on christmas nights
But nowhere near christmas christ this can’t be life can i live
I’m equipped with a spark and genius and a spliff
Can’t seem to find the light
I hear its on the other side of the tunnel
I should be humble right since I’m hungry
Should have a slice of humble pie ?
Fuck that you niccuhs acting like you not hearing what i write
I’m rhyming like its my only choice for survival
I ain't lying unless with a chick a fat behind
Burning the midnight candle
Shining all through the night
Saint in the evenings cos i feel i can do is write
Rather battle my demons cos all these rap niccuhs think they nice
Fuck around and write a love song this that
Bonnie and Kuda or cleo and kaiser noir
Driving by your boulevard
Drunk and high artillery between her thighs
Trigger fingers itching panties dripping
Bitch gonna fit some dick in before she kill my vibe
Best believe that
I see some green and think of Gidi
I miss my city got London Jealous now she wanna fuck with me
Im just a fucking product of a tale of two cities