Has-Lo & Castle - Go To Work [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Malcolm X]
No, I don't worry
I'm a man who believed that I died 20 years ago
And I live like a man who is dead already
I have no fear whatsoever, of anybody and anything

[Verse 1: Has-Lo]
Yeah, yeah, I been gone for a year, I ain't take no rest
Whole crew got [?], I'm back on deck
What's next? Benewines and Domowit, Rosette
Stone yo headset, learnin' my text
Rap life is [?] in rapids and mad theatric
All alone back for bachelors
You ain't even used, tellin' yo fate to say it ain't so
With the rumors, he runnin' you bad shit
New years superior mic, crack software
Payin' no price, fryin' all of yo lights
Work all night, break day in the lab
Do all of this well, appear simple
This shit is a drug
Visionaries can't live in the past
Eight years got my hands up in this and that
Do the one, do the do the one off
Like it means [?] to us
Teamin' up, even if it's a light work-out
Don't blow rap [?], folk have to blow down
Neva in short supply cause I can't be
I plant seed. All a part of my nature
Yo one's Andy Rap, beef nothin' major

[Hook]
The employers of the year, yeah, we're back to work
The employers of the year, yeah, we're back to work
The employers of the year, yeah, we're back to work
The employers of the year, yeah, we're back to work

[Verse 2: Castle]
The employers of the year, yea, went back to work
I respect ya, real fiends really touch the vessel
[?] and Emoto type raccoon
Been sharper than I was in the 26 [?]
Drop the blunt, dead verse, poof
Rents repeat, like my friend got divorced from rest
And pledged polygamous vows to the pen and the cleff
They say chill, but I'm lost on the meanin'
I got base cookin', my clientele feenin'
It's quality and quantity, any downtown that I'm blessed with
Is fueled from learnin' where the tree is
Asian Dimique, scrub art, loss of memory
Swift kicks knockin' items off the artillery
Blamo, what you got is here is feel it's energy
This ain't even half the artillery
Analyze and pillage me, kinko the flow and deliver me
Can't touch a bitch with disability
(What?) Nah, boy, you gotta get yo own
Keep buggin' off the word, it's just another poem
It's like that, blessed with ink in the labor
Eyes low as Frank, just compensate us

[Hook]