Jimi Priceless - War [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
In no man’s land, I’ve already come too far
Behold the supernova flower, holding on to shooting stars
So fantastic, tryna save these planets from Galactus
Battling salaries, waging war and massacring challengers
This beat, I beat it then repeat it so you know I’m bad
Surfing the beat like it’s a sea to me, I’m Norrin Radd
So brash, far from average, I mean to brag
Come toe to toe, leave you spoiled like centrefolds of them porno mags
You don’t want none, you don’t wanna fuck with this
Even Sun Tzu would be like, what the fuck is this
The Art Of War but I’m something more of a Warhol
Spitting rounds like shotguns will leave your face sawed off
Life’s a bitch, of course you want some more whores
Life’s a beach, I’m with mi Amor at the foreshore
Dropping tsunamis, better stop playing in the sand
Man of the millennium, keep it 1000, feeling grand
I keep going no period, I’m fucking up your backup plan
You tryna be an idol to a god, you better back up, man
Don’t’ get off on the wrong foot, you better get back
The grass is always greener, but I’m more of a meth lab

[Hook]
Lord, give me peace, or I’ma have to go to war
Lord, give me peace, or I’ma have to go to war
Lord, give me peace, or I’ma have to go to war
Make ‘em rest in peace, I‘ma kill ‘em all
Lord, give me peace, or I’ma have to go to war
Lord, give me peace, or I’ma have to go to war
Lord, give me peace, or I’ma have to go to war
Make ‘em rest in peace, I‘ma kill ‘em all


[Verse 2]
For the colour of money, fuck a racist
I just want a pocket full of black faces
Watch the throne, see me chilling with my seat back
The flow’s so dope, it’s like I dropped out of rehab
One of The Nicest, THC, where the weed at
This that brand new, this ain’t a re-hash
You know the tree of knowledge, well the original seed’s back
Hope you listening as I rip these beats, Ripley believe that
Seeing is believing but I know that you feeling this
Meeting demons, seeking to leave the meaningless
I am a god, word to Psalms 82
God made me, then look at what he made me do
Ripping all of these beats apart like it’s an art
I’m an artist and my art is what sets me apart
From all of these monotonous arseholes who’s lacking awesomeness
I gallivant ‘round ticking bombs while pondering up awesome shit
No disarmament, I spit more fire than an arsonist
Laughing as I come across the throne and then upon it sit
‘Cause money was funny ‘til they couldn’t find where the profit is
If you’re hungry for money, War’s the only conglomerate

[Hook]