Brooklyn Academy - Blind Fury (The Tempest) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
There is no opposition, no competition
No blind fury that can stop my vision
No adversary, no reason to worry
My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen

[Verse 1: Block McCloud]
Let the trumpets ring—it’s the all-encompassing
Come to bring a wondrous thing to keep the sons under wing
I just do it, be fluent [?]. [?] not allowed from me
I rock the crowd—hollat the Block McCloud
You get to turn this flash, [?] and learn
Or crash and burn, ashes to urn as the wheel turns
You have to learn ta take your time like it’s [?]
And if you [?], it come back like a tax return
For a taste of fame, honest can inflict major pain
Bullets’ll raise the brain—I’m on the [?] like [?]
You heard the flows in [?], words is woven
Like [?] with motions to [?]
These keep my enemies closer than [?]
[?] you get hung like wet clothes and
Autumn caught ‘em dozing, taught about posing
Similes. Those in our vicinities know I’m proposing
Like Beethoven, Chopin [?]
A little box [?]
Blowing up more spots that cops on [?]
Explosion, hoes on my jock like a Trojan

[Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor]
There is no opposition, no competition
No blind fury that can stop my vision
No adversary, no reason to worry
My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen

[Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor]
Coming forth with a cyclone of bars
Get that mic blown—stand clear of my strike zone
I kick a high tone, putting holes in the ozone
Slice you up like provolone, split your chromosome
Opponents know to leave your neck [?]. In an instance
The shit I kick will give you shin splints, get smoked like Winstons
Or Newports. I’m getting buzzed off two quarts of [?]
Slowly, my flow be Dicking you like Moby
I Desert you like the Gobi and cross the Serengeti
Plagues are when I rave atop your head—you best be [?]
Ready or not, I got a hundred watts of lyrical shock
My spiritual flock of emcees got you on Master Lock
Pass the rock—I’m on point like Stoudamire
Dogging emcees like Oscar Mayer. Ayyo, a lot admire my
Style. I’ll set your heart on fire—I’m a pyromaniac
Braniac collecting more banks than [?]
[?] is ripping mics for the audiance
Been writing shit since the Renaissance with elegance
You [bust?] my séance—I’m waking up the dead
Attack you like a hammerhead. As my grammar spread, I make the light shed
Illuminating. My eyes bright-red—blunts are fumigating, smoke [accumulating?], [?]
Words is complicating, got ya contemplating, thinking
Concentrating, drinking, [?] compilationist
Confiscating. Your whole congregation stuck like constipation
Payback’s my compensation

[Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor]
There is no opposition, no competition
No blind fury that can stop my vision
No adversary, no reason to worry
My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen

[Verse 3: Pumpkinhead]
Welcome to my class. Have a seat, pay attention
I make you nod your head by way of hypnotic suggestion
My topics are hot hits like toxic on the optics
Leaving blind mice ejecting out of their cockpits
I slam emcees together like a mosh pit
I compose composits and make a deposit
On tracks when I drop shit to make you bounce like hydraulics
Or gay niggas when they [?]
Pass the chronic so I can talk stupid like Ebonics
With these sonics, I’m making wack emcees vomit
Like bulimics. So now you know the math of my [?]
Class of ’97. My biology experience is beyond your tiny weapons
So step in my section and catch a C-section dissection for crossing the intersection
I’ll leave you left in a state of shock. I got the hand that made the cradle rock
I’ll rock smooth. I’ll feed you ‘til your navel pops
Spinning like dreidel tops—don’t need no blades or Glock to blaze the spot
Like [?] trauma, you’re a goner. Putting you through more drama
Than a guidance counselor, then pause like a comma
[?] like aura. Got me on a Quest like Jonny and Hadji
With more technology than Konami

[Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x3)
There is no opposition, no competition
No blind fury that can stop my vision
No adversary, no reason to worry
My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen