Concrete Cee - Pen Etiquette [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Quirky guy in a plain shirt, adapting to the framework
The dreaded routine, every day the same work
Commitment to my mission demands hard labor
Desire is A.I. playing the game hurt

So are we talking about practice? We tryna score
Love is war, so we take'em to the mattresses
Life's a movie and I'm method acting
So engrossed in my role, to be off screen is taxing

So you will understand why to me, recording IS relaxing
If not, it's unimportant, just pretend and nod
As any unhealthy bonds, I just ALT & F4 them
Press mute on any fool who is ALL CAPS talking

Five fingers on the hand, sign language to your noggin
Idiocracy, you need to use pictograms often
Sign my name in gold letters on an Instagram portrait
Caption reads: I'm a motherfucking boss with this, what!


[Verse 2]
Some prefer word mincing, sentences run, thru alembics
Others spin yarns as long as you listen
Web weaving, a tad deceiving, awakened wrath evens
The playing field, now it's my turn to wreak havoc

Were on the same frequency, now we heed static
Antennae broke, but won't summon a mechanic
Panic, button mashing, like playing Tekken 5
Cast out of your heart, can't be let back inside

Prejudiced pride, went from destined to be together
Since a child, to celestially crossed
In a matter of seconds to God, years to us
That's, holy shit even a Catholic can't afford

Occupy Padded Wall Street, that's a flash mob
Insane money, we're comin' your way fast
Bet your ass on it, along with the tents
And the picket signs, straddling the fence, high voltage


[Verse 3]
Beneath a microscope, if you analyze close
You'll see my mind is a colorful fauna
One thought on its own, is a peacock spider, during mating dance
Its beauty is impervious to your jaded glance

The hospital I was born in, today
Is left desecrated land, that's the way it panned out
Unsheathed my blade cause you couldn't stay your hands
If life is what happens as you making your plans

I guess death will intervene if you're taking the stand
See the red stakes in the sand? Penalty awaits
Whoever grabs the mic, to incite animosity
Towards me, generate club head velocity

Yeah, it's true I got a chip on my shoulder
Iron in the bag or the iron in the holster
Same rules apply if you're trying to approach the green
You need to practice your aim by all means