CRYM - The Courtyard [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro- C-sar]

They ask what C-sar's been doing in the streets
So I told 'em
Told 'em

[Verse 1-CRYM]
I been puffing product properly studying scholarly
Never losing steam like a debate between philosophies
Subjects of the courtyard gather round for the camaraderie
I'd call you son but I treat you more property than fatherly
Not cut out for poverty, smoking on that pottery
Making a mockery of this illusory democracy
Had to sink my teeth into something that's Lebanese
Speaking Farsi packing parsley, hit it harshly and it set him free
I don't recommend ketamine, so far ain't caught a felony
Tell 'em, C, they wanna make trouble they face a penalty
No word of a lie, I should get this shit prescribed
Unprecedentedly high, that's what the fuck am I
You can't buy yourself out from under the blue sky
Talking 'bout you too fly but you and I both new guys
With the quickness I dipped with my chicken and ditched the pigeon coop
Something a lot of y'all are perpetually fixing to
Toking antiseptic, probiotics in a glass bowl
Your friendly neighborhood stoned asshole

[Hook]

Just had to take a stop at the courtyard (repeated)

[Verse 2]
These rappers don't see me as a threat, they can see me as a jet
Taking off, cause I see em as a pest
As for game I can't beat em at it yet, never even skimmed the rulebook
Funny fucker fuss around maybe getcha jewels took
I'm the type to transfigure your transistors
Dismember your cis mother and trans sister
His palms sweaty hanging on a ledge, his hands slipping
I'm so ubiquitous killa you can't miss it
Maybe I am tripping, my history acidic
Ain't been basic since the matrix spit me out for ad-libbing
Damn it I'm gab-gifted attracting em bad bitches
You bout it then bring the bud to the back of your dad's Civic
Came back from a trap mission the sack had my ass sizzling
Every single day I'm getting based like Cal Ripken
I'm going wolverine thrashing ahead with the fullest steam
An agent of deforestation saying I be pulling trees
Look at me, jotting lines enough to write a book or three
I got the formula to put the Washington in Booker T

[Hook]

Just had to take a stop at the courtyard (repeated)

[Verse 3]
Aye, a-aye, make em say a word for once, motherfuck ya vocables
Distilling the illest and chilling it til its potable
Willingly kill every liability with propofol
Bonesaw and ammonia then let the garbage disposal go
It's only gonna get colder before I turn the heat up
Just re'd up and now I'm tryna put my feet up
On mahogany, remember I been grimy since a little kid
Whatever was in reach of me was getting shoplifted quick
Sipping on the vapor making paper in the courtyard
Plotting on a porn star orgy in a foreign car
You can eat at my barbecue but piss in your own yard
On my ninety ninth birthday catch me dusting from a corncob
Incorrigible horndog, my syllables pivotal
Rhymes choking out your cochleas and filling occipitals
Ready set suffocate, porter cranking up the gate
Bordering an upper place margin off a gutter tape
Won't see no bars, making do without the shutter shades
"Your name is Clevis" chuck a fetus at your feet on mother's day