Concept Residue - Puberstition [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Preacher Intro]

You are commanded to be baptized, dipped, immersed, plunged, overwhelmed

[Verse 1 - Concept Residue]

Puberty hits
No shoe fits
Can’t even think I be losing my wits
Smellier pits
Eating more grits
All I be thinkin’ is loving the chicks
Fidgety eyes, digital thighs
Everything makes rigidity rise
What can I do to get it to stop?
I truly do wanna forget it a lot
Finally making the change up
Hormones they taking the blame up
Waking my veins up, shaking my brains up
Guess it’s taking the reins up
Losing the war to my poison pen
Switching it up, boys to men
You see I’m not playing with toys again
My brain really enjoys it when
I’m feeling the rush of an eminent gush
Get with your crush, lay down on plush
Do what you gotta to get her to flush
God damn it man, I’m feeling the lust
Wait hold up you’re saying that’s a sin?
A feeling meant to keep the human race living?
Please, I concede with wrath and greed
But not a deed we need meant to spread the seed
They say a baby needs a baptism after they’re born
Because the bringers of the baby left sin in its core
An infant in scorn, a born sinner
The sin of the father served to him like dinner
And just because I was never baptized
Doesn’t mean that I was ever capsized

[Verse 2 - Diiscyple]

I've been ready but they didn't know it
A revelation of preparation, continue growing
'till I'm a giant, remain defiant, I'm so reliant
I prefer an alliance when I apply my lyrical science
Like a pack of lions, I move in silence when using violence
You sound like a siren that won't be quiet until you dying
You like a Mayan, predict the ending but you was lying
I'm more like a tyrant that's crucifying that kid who crying
Man without the iron, eye without the hawk
I'll avenge all my neighbors who could never talk
He's repping the west, considered the best
Famous for keeping it fresh
Thinking he special, came in a vessel, celestial
Unsuccesful rapper that came here to wrestle
Know that my name is respectful
Technical with a projectile, metal
Like Hansel and Gretel
No I'm not hunting for witches
But here's the honest condition
Impossible mission, religion mixed with superstition
I must have met a thousand haters, man
But I don't love 'em
I'd rather hang out with my fans
Enjoy the breeze, please
Agreed overseas that I am the truth
And they will believe

[Preacher Outro]

All around this world today, there are people listening
To preachers just like me, who are relying on what the preacher says without ever studying it for themselves
Oh, well there's a lot of disagreement on this one, but people have a right to be wrong, that's what I always say