Goodfella - Doctor Viviani [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: GoodFella & (Atticus)]
Yo, Atticus, man
Sometimes the motherfucking police be staring at me so fucking hard, nigga (fucking pigs, bruh!)
Wish I had taken the - the better path, you know (It's awful out here)
Shit, you know I used study to be a doctor (word?)
I should've been a fucking doctor, taking patients and shit

[Verse I]
Look kids, I met Hip-Hop thanks to a lucky whim
Bumping Eminem and playing Nintendo since
I was rocking overalls, drunk playing Pokémon
Battling my friends for dividends to deliver sin
I was shady! In seventh grade I nicknamed me ‘Slim’
Shit, I wasn’t even skinny then, but my rhetoric
And the fact I could rhyme sentences about everything
Doctor’s forced my mouth sewn for censorship
Picture that like your mom’s naked images
Before I started hitting this pound of grass
I was skipping class flunking math, of course, it’s negligence
Pulmonary surgeon? Man, who’d ever think I’d get to this
(Doc, is that why you been rhyming since the tale began?)
Son, I never land like peter pan so the rhyming never planned
And really patience all I need to get to better understand
My Vietnam veteran patient name Samuel Penderbrant
AKA that nigga Anorexic Sam, fan with a shelter fam
Knock in his girlfriend’s door screaming…
“Please Pauline! I need a clean syringe!”
Damn! No one will ever understand Sam
Except white and rich kids popping Vicodin mixed with
Nyquil it gives this imaginative trip, kids
But only a glimpse of what good pot can bring you
(You crazy! Man, how much Shady you got in you?)

[Verse II]
Quite a lot! I’m brain damaged off the schnapps
And my ego soars, preying like a savage when I talk
Demented doc blazing higher than prescription cost
Till red and blue sirens smash my face into the rocks
Certificate they hand me, pawned; Blasting
A repurchased CD, burning trees
Naturally in tune like birds and bees
(Oh my god! Dad, Dude, emergency!)
Clear the room I need a nursing team urgently! Stat! (Why?)
Bitch I’m an epidemic that you better quarantine
I'm currently, the sickest one MC’s ain't fucking touching me (Oh!)
But they’re feeling these skills of sending chills
Storming deep, thrilling ligaments intent on
Killing sentiments of sorrow - like a bottle
Of the Henny when it’s swallowed from the rim as medicine
Kids there's your dad gaining consciousness again?
That’s a common occurring theme and I love to play the menace
From my favorite horror scenes slowly inject some gin
In your contorted spleen and scorch your teen
As I torture teams with hopes of dope recording dreams
I’m just a normal being, scrubs I’m rocking orange/green
Coping with the gore and screams
Sacrifice you to the gods I don’t believe
Smoking dosia leaves when Po-lice
Flashed a badge, asked “Doc, who just got this dude killed?
Like Rikrok, it wasn’t me, up to he to pop blue pills
And the blunt down his pipe’s to show how pot could kill

[Interlude: Viviani & (Anorexic Sam)]
Sorry I'm late for our appointment Mr..
(Fuck you! Call me Sam)
Well Sam, the results returned positive for pulmonary fibrosis
Unfortunately the tissue has scarred, we can slow down its progression by making a small incision in your sternocleidomastoid. And treat it, thanks to our advance technology with Windex
(Windex? What the fuck?)
Yeah. Windex
(What type of fucking doctor are you?)

[Verse III]
Type of doctor, soak my gauze in cyanide and vodka
Suicidal plots against your momma’s anima subconscious
Give your girl the finger then extend my pinky just to shock her
Nauseous at the sight of blood, a higher dose of ganja
To laugh and ride along when you past comes back to haunt ya
I’m an acid flashback, who finds life at times obnoxious
Alliterate illiterates, have you ever written shit between the lines?
Reading mine won’t define the lyrics, bitch
Check it, they told me save the world, I was born to wreck it
Niggas felt the message meant to numb my pain like anasthetics
And I’m pathetic? Never sold my soul to be a medic
I found exactly what I love, if it kills me, fuck it let it
Plus, do you trust a scalpel that can slash a serious vein
In my hands? If so, I’m not the one with a delirious brain
Atticus, these masochist love to experience pain
So I’m axing them, what y’all think of my ingenious name?
The doctor!

(Outro)
Attention Doctor Viviani, please report to the ICU (2X)

Bitch, get the fuck over here, we can see you