Mic Blaque - The Art, The Cool [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Mic Blaque]

Embrace the masterpiece
Basquiat canvas be
Keith Haring
Bass bearing, underneath a canopy
Rain can't touch this
Hog spit on your substance
Weak emcees touch the mic, the mic turns into a musket
You got a better chance giving daps to Edward Scissorhands
Or doing the rain dance in the rain forest with Tarzan
Damn..
This that underestimated dope shit
Don't be confused by them stars, we the ones that the scopes get
I'm the nigga they hate
You the nigga they use to get blacks to assimilate.. you can't see the fake
I'm Jack Johnson, while y'all be Jackie Robinson, fully unaware of the false promises that they promisin'
Mayday! Mayday!
Hip Hop's in a frenzy
Rip your weak rhymes up and turn that shit into confetti
I see you blowin' up, I guess your time is right
You the man now, yea, even a dyke
We celebratin' life
While y'all spend y'all whole existence fightin' your mirror image, nigga fix vision
20 car collisions
One stroke from this pen is paintin' that type of image
Buildin' up ya wisdom
This beyond religion
I'm bringing them hells to heaven, serving them dishes out of Hell's Kitchen
What's your intentions?
Niggas confused
Do they do it for the art or maybe the jewels?
Welcome to flight higher learnin'
Non-believers tell me, what the hell you so concerned with?
Words from the sermon, help you get up off your burden
Your American dream consist of whips that be German
So even if you sleep, contradictions- they be up working
It's unbelievable how you haters be so observant
Be same ones in front row, tryin' to see pass the curtains
Haters would stop your shine, always tryin' to play like curtains well fine..
Ain't nothin' for me to open those blinds
Got a whole team of leaders still manage to form a line
Niggas think it's that deep, you lames is too deprived
Y'all follow Einstein, Egypt had it before his time
Shit I spit is dope, dope fiends sniffin' my lines
Fucked around and got sober, check your pulse
We living our dreams
Success so close
My style is vintage like the shit up in your attic
Case their CD's up in wool and pray to God for some static
See, I was rockin' gold since Illmatic, so please don't tell me nothin' 'bout carrots you silly rabbits
Destined for greatness muh'fucka, we established
Black Power..
Apologetic..
There's your answers, for all you skeptics..
I do this for the culture
Djemba drums play
Uh, now watch what that Yama display
Uh, against the odds..
Breaking they rules..
Since y'all don't really get it..
RESPECT MY COOL