Kill Bill: The Rapper - Conversations with Gravity [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
You can take me to a special place
Tooth and nail labor; face it. Canines be metal-laced
Learn from your experience and never let a lesson waste
The circle never ends. God damn this depressing shape
Wounds fester under pressure; feel your necklace break
The contact with gravity, no neck ties or nooses
My feet were made for running, not for rest-time or juking
Watch the footwork: Quarter circle, left-right, Hadouken
Alcohol with no X-time for proofing. Triple that
Not a baller, I just dribble back, trip and splat
Face first. No wonder why my face hurts
It's killing you. I've got to ask, who is Kill Bill to you?
Nostrils wide with the intake
Demi-god walking. All-sparking, that's for Rin's sake
She wanna be my boo, but she just ended up my sensei
Dojo songs. Smoking slow-mo bongs. Speed up

[Chorus 1]
Bob-omb vomit. I blow the fire, then five-palm it
I'm fine, honest. It goes: Nausea then blood flow
And my mantra is snub-nose. Belly 2 next to you
I'm trying to be a better dude, but fuck what I've invested. True

I just wanna stay next to you
Til there's nothing here left but you
Let me fall, let me fall
I just want to feel the ground. Get involved, get involved

[Verse 2]
You can take me to a special place
Suspended animation: I guess you've got Geppetto's taste
Puppet strings pull and pick me up and let me lay
The circle never ends. God damn if there's a better way
Soon bested by the best
It's just a matter of fucking time. Who's next for the effects?
It's so sick. You're wackier than Loony Tunes
Tripping off the little things. Blacking with a Tsumi Shroom. Hooty-hoo
Rebel, no cause. Remain caustic
I never had a clue thoughts ran in diagnostics
BSOD my free mind. It's just white text
Cashing in my chips. Circuit city need a price check
She's a devil in a white dress
Hang me in the sky, you cruel bitch, are you high yet?
Split me open then dissect
Lung and liver missing; having fun inside my kitchen, now

[Chorus 2]
Bob-omb vomit. I blow the fire, then five-palm it
I'm dying, honest. It goes: Nausea then death blows
And my mantra is Death Note; My Kira's in a sun-dress
I'm trying to be a better dude, but then she gets undressed

And I just wanna lay next to you
Til there's nothing here left but you
Let me fall, let me fall
I just want to feel the ground. Get involved, get involved