Cadence Weapon - In Search of the Youth Crew [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I remember that summer, up in the crib
Just like Adam with the missing rib
The cocaine kids, where they used to live
The hairdresser used to talk, yeah, real, real glib
But I got a grapevine, heard he's going into fits
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
Of how the dumb monkeys got gorilla in the midst
Of a struggle via fist for a slice and a 5th
Back then, I didn't used to rip shows
I'd brodown quick, no shit, sherlock
Nerd hop, no never, I'd never talk shop
I'd only talk drop, like drop your drink
Drop your pants, drop your plans
Drop your friends, drop your hand
Drop and link, pop and lock
For a young have-not, we used to grab props
And stunts like Bruce Willis, whatcha talkin' 'bout?

The youth crew's back

Silent summers disagreed about
I got hammers in the wrist in the line of gout
I miss those kids with the rubber headbands
And deadpan comedy clothespinned to their dresses
No spins, just presses, preferably full courtship
More skin contortioned, I'm not very sharp
But I'll dull importance if you're down for a lark
Oh, you know me? Oh, you know about Sharks?
You're so referential, let's party at the Shark, Tank|
Green to the scene, hardly even started
Hip-hop hipsters, dearly departed
Cover the phrase and keep in your locket
We're all on the floor, regretting the week
With no shame on top or beneath the sheets
Youth funeral, yeah, send me a wreath

The youth crew’s back

Met the young girl that I seen on Defamer
Told her talk like sex? No, talk like Kramer
"If you wanna check me
Baby, I'm easy"
You're a cute little styler with a half-eaten rider
Cut off your fitted cap, take your power like Sylar
I run out the clock, report to the miser
Rhymewise, I'm a lifer, with a bullet-ridden bedpost
Nose to the grind stone, dig until your mind's blown
Throne abuse, the girls got loose on fructose juice
At the hop ala Halo, take shots like Salo
At the time I was speaking with track 9 on this album
Clubgoers powder their nose, no talcum
I still rock the Ayres like the Rub
Wish the kids would still sneak into the club

The youth crew’s back