Ill Kid Format - The Cypher [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[SuperTanzi]
Aye Yo take that
I be that fucking space cat
Mad abstract attack on the 8 track
Packed to the minimal, mad subliminal
Sorta like the fucking storm we been living through
And what I'm giving you
Listen in your living room
Show Ma Dukes mad clips of my interview
And Hype that, SuperTanz gonna strike back
With no whip and no keys
No product shit I don't need
If I smoke weed it be redundant
My state of mind is divine
Never dealing with the dumb shit
And that's a statement
Bitch MC's just want to get the chart placement
I'm in the dark basement and I'm pacing
My man AV, What Up?
He be adjacent, I'll never be complacent
That's a no-no
So get the fuck out my face with that logo
Cause your living in a snow globe
And that's the way I see
Fucking processed cheese, fuck A.I.G
On the real it be a start
Cause I spit it from my heart
For the revolution everybody gotta play a part
And's that's the word is bond
Yo I'm out one love, one peace, be strong What Up?

[BMAN]
What do you want from me?
A couple bars then some quiet company
You want the flash without the crash
Then just leave me out your bash
I ask passing witness to some people
Who want the Church without the steeple
They want to keep it clean and simple
But don't want to pop the pimple

I get down and dirty with the worst of em
I cursed to burst in with thirst
I ain't no mild mannered child
I'm a man that's running wild
In style out of fashion
Born in the states where the colors clashing
In the burbs life is dead
I think I'll live in a verse instead

Credit my gifts to the Lord above
My bills due to be a paid about semi-monthly
So if my flows ever clunky and I'm stuck like a junkie
Than my lease on this piece will cease to be lucky
Give me a funky beat
And I'll pack it with enough rhymes
To ride Christmas night and deliver em to all kinds
Kids wake up and what do they find
Momma's kissing Santa Claus with no suit on his hind

[Aviator]
Ya'll up my ass like an enima
Cause I does rap like a senator
Damn they want to stop my campaign
But my words everywhere that you look like Helvetica
Ya gotta open up ya mind
If it ain't about progression
Than you're gonna fall behind
Keep saying, "Hey man you look to corporate"
Call all horse shit you must be blind

I used to listen to the tribe
Back when I was five, back in the day
Banging pots and pans, clapping both my hands
Looking for a beat but then shit hit the fan
Or rather pen hit the pad
Something inside like a poltergeist
See my flow grew wit me
Took a little time but shit was always close
To that crack like Whitney
And I got more crispy
All about my business, yo I gets busy
I'll tell you right now
Ya you fucking with the ...
Yo I'm looking for the ... and I'm not taking 50's

But I never sold out
I used to sell weed by the ounce
And I work mad jobs
Just to put equipment in my house
Always been about that
My love affair with rap would take me cross the map
Ride waves, sonic waves, escape vaca
In and out cross fade, bitchin' raps Lebron James
And I still smoke weed, still make jokes, still get ID'd
Still things fall apart, but I'm all about my art
For the game I shoot shells like Mario Kart
Baby hit start
Specially if you ain't in my gradient
Cause I come down upon you
And I open up your brain like a fucking space alien
That's the mind state that AV's
One love, if you're out there bitches