Gorilla Warfare Tactics - 5th Concerto [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Dilla]

Check, check, so check your premise
Word word, so check your premises
Mind goin ’84 when I reminisce
But I’m ahead of my time
Yo, so check your premise
Uh word, so check your premises
Mind goin ’84 when I reminisce
But I’m ahead of my time

I build a temple outta
Brick, mortar, and steel
Mind work like a mill
Mill know how to build
And now it’s churning out matter like a magical wand
Just a matter of time before I learned what I’m on
With half my mental. But see
Half my mental
Take to me a mansion from a rental
And it take me to Rarri out a rental whip
My whole dome
Make a planet in like 6 days
Call the president and beat an army with a switchblade
See, when I arrived man the end was near
City woulda been a desert if I never hopped the flight and appeared
Fear god, but my mirror broken and so I’m fearless
Went and paid the price now I’m peerless
And, I did the pain now I’m tearless
My real flex is
My cortex, spinal cord, and medulla
Till the field native bones, burnt hash, glass bottles
Quarter waters and fresh split manure
Devil ya I knew her
Now these soul suckin Diablos is takin my flows
I’m going psycho need a prognose
They ain’t deserve it like a hooker marry Hefner when his time close
Man my mind blown
I’m tryna figure how to stop it
Leave the fuckin lyrics in my tomb I give a fuck about a profit
Tryna figure how stop it
Leave the fuckin lyrics in my tomb I give a, fuck, fuck
But now my balance is off
Ya my balance is off
I take a hit I hope it balances off
If I ever took a bullet hope it bounces off

Hits the clones in they chest where they fired it off
Where you goin? Who you came with?
Dilla spit it first so how you gonna spit the same shit?
Actin’ like you Hendrix cause you went and jacked the same riffs
You ain’t got the same wits
My mind racin, my heart pumpin. I start something like…

[Hook]

When I, smoke a lil ganja just to get by
Swerve right, waterfallin from my left eye
And I, keep the illest circle in the NY
Already got a Dilla whyn’t you go n cop a Elzhi?
Fuck you, that’s the shit I’m tired of
Wired up
Room be moving like the spinners on my tires does
That’s just the pressure of the Midas touch
Which means it’s mind versus matter
And that’s why my verses matter to these leeches
Should I storm em down like Normandy beaches?
Homie pause, man they too young
And how you blame em man your flow is just like too dumb
I gotta chill man, I’m too strung, I’m too strung
But am I coward cause I’m saying what they won’t admit to?
Less of a man cause I tremble when I hold a pistol?
That mean I’m thinking, it’s never up for discussion
These repercussions
My temper in check I’m never eruptin
But yo, now my balance is off, ya my balance is off
I take a hit I hope it balances off
Man I’m done with this Earth shit
Finna blast off, Captain Kirk shit
Worth it?
Made a renaissance now I curse it
What you think you better for?
How gonna rap when Ima take away the reference from your metaphor
I’m going away, going away
You ain’t stopping this
Tumble like the metropolis
Tumble like the metropolis

[Hook]

I spit that Taggart train track that murdered the John Galt
Kick Atlas in the shin send the world to a halt
Then pause

Go and check the splendor
That’s the shit that happens when you take away the God
And the prophets and all of the 5%ers
All these fuckin pretenders
Peep my agenda is two fold
Leave the world cold, find El Dorado that’s new roads
Jetsreams and undergrounds
Go and Build a temple til the thunderclouds
Wonder now if
They in rebellion and they crying through they speakers yet
I heard some disses but I never heard a ether yet
Either they hungry or they mobbing with they ski masks
I drive em to the alley take the fire from they street lamps
Now the coal stay a diamond in the rough
Ain’t nobody bring the shine up out the rust
And there ain’t there ain’t no shoulder to lean
If I’m pressured by the pressure of my own thoughts
Only thing I’m fearin is the bullets from my own shots

[Hook]