Momunay - Incognito parallel (Prod. Space Gang) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

"I'm sittin infront of the white house, looking over across the street, but i don't see the black house, thats where it outta be because you can't have a white house if you don't have a black house, in fact you can't have anything unless you have a comparison, you can't have a good government unless you got an evil government, you can't have righteousness unless you got the wicked with it, you can't have anything without its parallel and its opposite."

Verse 1 (Gri$walt):

Im so god damn elegant
Flying through the forest, searching for the fellowship
This some mellow shit
Shootin' on you menaces, everybody wanna wear my shoes, they got some fetishes
Guess my bars ain't' for the hell of it
Rose in a concrete, praised since birth, Marys my mother
Soldiers for brothers we changed the earth
Greatest show off turf, from the Netherlands
High as hell ill never never land, moon walkin' with mike bumping some dirty diane
I'm a fan, I'm a fan, yes i am, sam i am,
I'm a fan yes yes i am
Turn up these jams tunes tuned to a nice pitch
Pitching sex to ya bytch she love me I'm the nicest
And I'm a fan of myself to i can't lie
Women lie, men lie
Got me hangin' down, lookin' for some upside
Whats the rush? why? settle for a slice when i can take the whole pie?
Life...
Based off the genesis
Never make a settlement
Always on the move, I'll never let them get ahead of it
Embezzle all these sedatives, cuz as of late all these pussies lookin' real repetitive
So tell ya relatives we relative, go tell a friend to tell a friend to tell em all we relevant
Hows it feel to taste my excrement?
Flow so devilish, the devil thinks its excellent

Verse 2 (kacpa):

To live in a centipede covered in cellophane, under infu ketamine
This infinitely macadamy, slab is latteraly placed, slalom slope
Carvin' tool: the tongue
Pool gushy corpse, toast
Bring the, the butter churned by the people, they equal, they evil, we lovable people
Cut ya neck if you think god made you more divine then me
These bloody army boots on the ground to the left of me
On a plane writing down, under influence of lean, everything we seem to see
Boeing interior, handing out the alco imperial, audience nonstop applausin'
Im nonstop pausin, all these paws pawin'
Pawns what i see there, stare through the cracks, flaps, and vines intertwined
Lys goddess queen, ahh the ideology, yada yada yada
Bleed wine for the dining, dope dick causin' wining
The hokus focus switch to hostess, lead me down a leafy path, leave the past behind
Oh how glorious, the parallels adding shelves, books hooked on the readers
These word feeder leaders, speaking and shutting down the white house for the day, for the day, for the day
Hide under ya desks, this evil government has met its fuckin match