I.K.P. - When I Sip (Holy Spirits) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

You know how I do..
Libations
Oww

[Hook]
I need that brown (Owww!)
When I sip I tap into the spirits
When I sip I tap into the spirits
The holy holy spirits
Chuuuuch!
I need that clear (Clear!)
When I sip I tap into the spirits
When I sip I tap into the spirits
The holy holy spirits

And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good when I'm misunderstood

[Verse 1:]
If you throw stones out of a glass house
You might amass lacerations all in your bad mouth
From chards of glass ricocheting
You spitting game that'll slit your brain crisp and plain
The shit's insane
Better quit complaining unless ya live in a derelict tenement that's crumbling to the sediments
There isn't a sentiment settling
Giving way to any kind of sympathy for negative energy
Just a master of ceremony
Trying to get his Masters faster on the fly
So I could pacify the flaccid mass of guys
Only satisfied with acting bastardized
Imagine if my dreams we're actualized
My natural eye be the one with the battle cry
Perhaps gratified that I could look back at life
Classified as a Black defying tragic lies
Of Uncle Tom stereotypes that belie
Making it difficult for some to practice pride
Shoulda been an ancient dragonfly
Breathing fire on slave-owning forefathers, patricide

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm at the risk
Of attacking unattractive masculine characters with an asterisk
Throw em like ninja stars
In defense of contingents posing like demigods
Must be time to get out the small pond
If its lonely at the top and there's nothing but all pawns
If it's free enterprise why ain't freedom as free?
Exhorbitant extortion, unbelievable fees
When they discovered I wasn't bluffing
They tried to stuff a muzzle on me to muffle my nuggets buzzing
But if it wasn't for none of my rugged plugs
You would b stuck suffering thru insufferable crud
Coming frim these bums strutting duds
Everyone knows you're a bust
A thug in Uggs
Showing so much love you starting fucking the crew
At the W
But there was nothing in it for you
I get it in on simpletons and sinners
Offending beginners
I don't need Guinness to bring the business
Dawg, you're barking up the wrong tree, get back un your kennel
Before the Chinese slip you into the menu

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Fiery knowledge
Incendiary to the brain
No expletives, I'm more profane than you proclaim
And you sound weak, you don't know pain
Let me enlighten you; pour the propane on your scalp
Ignite a massive massacre
To make it sizzle like the afterburn of an unnatural perm
When it's not apt to curse, I'm taciturn
You're left for dead like I was a passive nurse
I've grown weary of weird theatrics
Steered by your myriad of geriatrics
The pickings are slim; stick to the script
Most of you boys are decoys devoid of poise
I'm impervious to flirts
When I observe perverted politicians refer to each other as perverts
Turn em into nervous wrecks
Whenever I thwart my third leg
When they notice the girth, shirts shed
So they thirst and twerk in absurd ways
These self-serving politicians get gassed
When I rip ass
Trying to deep throat for my vote

[Repeat Hook]