Fo Chief & Kontrast - Dangerous [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Fo Chief)
I feel I’m bein’ watched
All around me the sound seeming just like some cops
The ping and chatter from the voices
Dog, I pray a lot
But it don’t matter it’s just chatter when they raid your spot
The voices that is
For now we call ‘em willy wop
A bad man, murdered people on the eighty block
Comes equipped with a gang of shovels, it’s Haiti hot
I can’t handle him
Heavy sedation? Maybe not…
Don’t try it, I’m not buyin’
I’m the single reason that you not lyin’
Up in a ditch on your face with you aunt’s cryin’
Never forget what I could do with a hot iron
Never mentioned it to you but you should stop cryin’
About everything that I do because I’m not violent
If you think this is bad them I’m gonna start tryin’
‘Cause you need to hear me
Are you listening??
Yeah, I heard of ya, what you want me to do?
Find that bitch and murder her, huh
How many tools?
A handful, and dirty ‘em
Yeah, damage is cool
But I don’t really want it like that…
Amateur fool!
So I gotta get my hands dirty, the cannons will boom

CHORUS
I hear ‘em chatterin’ and whisperin’, go away
I’m sick and tired of you visitin’ all day
He invades me in my sleep, always showin’ up
The voices in my head, man they dangerous

(Kontrast)
I got my eyes closed, but the fright grows
Every night glows
I might go, might blow, might show
Myers comma Michael
Without a typo
I am the cycle of a psycho
I’ll fight hope all up on ya tightrope
And take away your flight hopes…a man with thin regret
…it’s sorta crazy tryna stand in sin’s silhouette
When every breath is covered in the luck of the dark
I’m tryna get my act together, keep it calm
FUCK the barkin’, dog
You need to stomp the hall
The rotten crawl
We sock ‘em all and let’ em fall in a coffin
Call, it, collateral damage the way I planned it
There won’t be another stand for you to sway to your advantage
‘Cause you two-faced!
It’s too late, in due haste
In new place, I spew mace all through gates
Of hopin’ to survive what the truth takes
When you wake, and you make the fire, UH
…somebody help me
My soul is a grown hydra

CHORUS
I hear ‘em chatterin’ and whisperin’, go away
I’m sick and tired of you visitin’ all day
He invades me in my sleep, always showin’ up
The voices in my head, man they dangerous