Eric J. - Rainbows and Unicorns [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Don't scorn the cornucopia
When formless is utopia
Adorn the golden ropes
To let em know that they ain't over ya
Compose a golden note
Take a dive in open throats
You show up with a friend
I guess I'll have to bless the both of ya
Who smoother than Carruthers?
Not a nare nudda muthafucka
Roll up in the spot smooth as butter
Roll a double dutch or
Something out the magazine
Enough for her to straight to brain
Like aspartame
Shawty sweet as sucralose
That loud is like a tuba blow
Snort it with a Franklin
Numb ya body two below
Who this ho? Who should know?
She just get her Hoover on
Blow the crew and move along
Humming stupid songs
From the radio
VMAs on her TiVo
Unconscious to the evil
A canvas to my easel
Pure as wedding dresses on a stripper
I'll still tip her for that zipper action
Pass her matter-factly to the faction
I mean from the way she dancing that must be what she been asking for

[Hook x2]
The world is all cotton candy, rainbows, and unicorns
Tell em lies cuz they be tuning out when the truth is on
Dress em up in Louboutins, handbags, Lou Vuitton
The ignorance they cruising on the bliss that we been roofied on

[Bridge]
All gold rims and my candy paint dripping
Coke white jays blood blood diamonds glistening
Make it rain dear, three hoes now I'm pimping
Doin everything to make em call me real nigga
Long white tee and my 'bau straps tights
Niggas talking shit but ain't about that life
Niggas talking shit but ain't about that life
Claim to be the god and ain't about that light

Helicopter blades chop-chopping on the beat
Part Rasta when me speak so Selassie is my peak
I'm
Hating these niggas like Gandhi in the sheet
Hail king shit like a potty for a sheikh
Banshees shriek at the size of my meat
Masterpiece
Navigating thru the streets blowing trees outta peace
Shawty on the side blowing me like a fleece
That's a wind
A nigga flow like figaro
My hymnals is spiritual
Took it thru the legs
Windmill like I was Vincent tho
While you out here getting doe
I'm opening my pineal
And understanding any ho
Is mine because I made it so
They can go baby they ain't here with us
They fabricating stories tryna get in ya
Like Syria
I'll liberate that labia
Democracy, that Libya
Storming Norman in the desert
Pouring porridge on my pheasant
Cuz expect the unexpected

[Hook x2]

[Bridge]