Observer A - The Siccness Cypher [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Uh Yeah, so I'm a role model...
You wanna song? Here's a fucking song...

[Verse One]
Don't be intimidated, I know you heard of me
Killed in my dream, who the fuck was sent to murder me?
A mental murder disease, complexion heard of the steez
Some sex that burns up your knees, all you need
But is it that simple? Cause I need tree too
The good shit, man it got me hearin' hebrew
And if I need brew, I'll call anybody
Cause in my area, I'm loved by everybody
Through my life I was always in trouble
Couldn't pass gym class, asked my teacher to tussle
He was beeping on muscle, so I fucked his ass up
And then I woke up, like fuck I'm gassed up
Sometimes I see dudes gettin' on proper height
Coulda done more damage with a gun or a knife
But you ballin' alright, I see its all to be trife
If I take mine away, it's only one life

Yo I'm done right

[Verse Two]
Ch-Check it out, I'm in that eastside of pittsburgh
My steak gives me a stomach ache, key-lime for dessert
The drank that you're having has your bitch ass laughing
I heard voices in my head all the time tellin' me stab him
But who or what could be inside my mental?
Can't blame anyone but me, I had parental
Guidance, but I never coincided
Always did my best but fuck it
I don't need to be fucking trying
Feelings are natural, tendencies are schizophrenic
You know intense paranoia's making me panic
He's gonna kill you, is that what his emotions said
I better react first before I'm dead
But maybe he's my friend, better chill the fuck out
Don't you ever judge what comes out a crazy mans mouth
When I look at my people, I don't feel sympathy
On my knees, asking god what he did to me
In the rap songs I'm ill but in life I'm sick
I look at woman and these voices say suck my dick

[Verse Three]
I'm monumental, my souls seen the graveyard
My heart be cold to damage, my conscious stay hard
I got the brain of a genius, from Jamaica to Venus
I be makin' em see us, Telescopes and arenas
For a better view, look at what the cheddar do
Throwing W's, Adam I can smell the booze
It's on my breath, I live to the death
And die when I die, Still I try not to cry
Young Socrates clocking these philosophies
Then you wonder why your girlfriend stay stocking me
It's all giving by the gods from above
Whether they plural or singular I don't give a fuck
Since a young age I knew that I felt a higher presence
Maybe thats the shit that gets me through my adolescence
But now its all changing, bitches wanna bang and
People love my music its in the minds of strangers
And they be listening and loving it too
In a world full of hate but I got love for the crew
You gotta couple fly bitches they can fuck with us too
You ain't even gotta catch up (ketchup), I must've (mustard) just moved