Built To Write - Crew Deep [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Face Valyou]
Mother effing dim the lights, targets are still within site
In the building, it's Built To Write, baby, brilliantly bright
We practice until it's tight, then party for civil rights
And that's just the tip of the ice. A few of a kind, amongst a million alike
Pilgrims on the mic. Them kids is nice
My thoughts are the flint to ignite, harness your inner light
Then fuck up and hit the pipe, now you wanna' give advice
Make you wanna' listen twice. On a roll, kiss the dice
Push limits despite being literally psyched
Shit, we'll be as ill as we like
If anyone, why don't you imitate Christ?
Instead, you're fucking Fisher Price
Kill 'em with niceness, and me, Doc, and Inq bring 'em to life
Printed or typed, it's about to get filthy as dikes
Or the Tour de France on a bunch of village bikes
We beat the towers like it's an Eiff'

[Hook: All]
Now this is for who? The crew! Deep!
For you... and you... and you, but not you. Peace!
This is for the few that we reach
Where our roots meet, and if you'e on the same loose-leaf
(Repeat x 1)

[Verse 2: Doc Science]
Yo, Im built to write, built for mics, built precise, built for life
Built ______, Philly-built like Reggie White
80's built, a Virgo night. Built for war like Iron Mike
The archetype for building right. A Yankee filled with pinstripes
Track record's Wilt-like, and I did it twice
Got my two brothers with me, "Chuck A Deuce" & "Two Fingers Peace"
Two bad biddies, too close, so give me two feet
Together, true peeps, two words, crew deep
Forever true chiefs, make marks to loose-leaf
Write life and live right, remain unique
Like handwriting with my right hand, out-write a righteous man
Rightly placed, cause a writing avalanche, damn right!
By the way, Built To Write bring the war, best to win
Better turn'n' walk-away before the wake
So believe the worse, between the words find a balance that works
Or blame the world, but the weight of it burns the week

[Hook: All]

[Verse 3: Inqwesson]
My brothers bum-rushing the breaks, broke Soviets to blow backs out like Lenin ... No Bolshevik
Obliterate barriers, broadcast beyond band with and bring the battle to berry bitches who blacklist
On terror tactics, tyrants tremble like tambourines, fly like pterodactyls, get 'em jumping like trampolines
And my teammates triumph over the top when typing, like tiny tikes trying to teeter-totter with Titans
Writing my wrongs while I watch the world waste away (make no mistake) the wheels on the war machine are awake today
With watercolored wings and a washed out halo, wave goodbye to the wicked walking weightless out my window (wink-wink)
Marks the spelling with a B-T-W
Seeds in the gutter grew
Leaves now we up a few
Feet better cut 'em loose
This is truly us, we couldn't fit in another's shoes for the fucking crew!

[Hook: All]

[Outro]