Pat Battle - Gadfly [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hi, I'm the Gadfly, really nice to meet ya
The type to jack a rapper's track simply through a feature
Reach out through the speaker then proceed to eat you creatures
A monster's at the plate, all of y'all retreat to the bleachers
Eenie-Miney-Mo, catch a rapper rhymin' slow
Then we slap him in his throat, no we never let him go
Cause my brothers who had knowledge
Were targeted by the farmers
Cause a nigga with a brain back then wasn't on the market

Such niggas wasn't niggas, they were Black men, Africans
Fully literate, diligent, indigenous to "Kush"
That's a natchy word for Africa stupid, pick up a book
Lost boy in a Neverland, but no this isn't "Hook"
See, my blood comes from Eden
So when preachers get to preachin'
I be breathin' weed smoke up in they face with good reason
See them heathens were the demons they urged needed defeatin'
With their feedin' of the clergy and rebuking of the needy
For millennia nobody could really speak on it freely
Like Dickens, the twist thickens the plot, it's getting meaty
Now rap is "fuck you" enough to cultivate the rage
Words spoken at my grave will be quoted on the stage
Everybody raise your mother fuckin' hands hire
I'm hip hop, I ain't dead, the fans fan the fire
The higher I aspire then that's where the fuck I'm takin' it
If pigs fly, burst, and precipitate bacon bits -

I still wouldn't purchase that assertion of me makin' it
In exchange for forsakin' what my angle on language is
Use it as a tool, perform tricks, it ain't shit
But then I gotta flip the script, say somethin' sick you won't forget
Spit that slick bit of wit, that kind you can't predict
When you hear it for the first time while ridin' in your whip
Minus all the hip, I got the hop down pat -
Battle anybody who'll quickly decipher that, let me explain
The minute they put my name in the game
I'll make it rain acid flame on this lame paper chain
Cause my budget's very low, but my stuff is very dope
Like pushers on the corners of urban area codes
There's no bottom line, though there is a header
"MC Mocks Capitalism In One Endeavor"
Ain't a doubt word of mouth is what'll put me on
Verbal mafioso, Vito LyriCorleone

For every word I've written I've visited the commission
For permission to put a hit on this particular diction
Rarely is restriction even barely the decision
So I'm very liberated in literal mannerisms
Lyrics untamed, hit your brain like aneurysms
Fuck pop music dude, I'm opening a can of rhythm
So take that fake hipster shit back to the drawin' board
And figure how the fuck you're gonna deal with this carnivore

Devour more power every hour by the shroom
Bouncin' off of Bowser over towers to the moon
You cower like the flower who never learned how to bloom
While Pat Battle's attachin' the Bap back to the Boom
Cause he knew back when he found crack in his room
That the struggle was eternal, so he ain't actin' a fool
I don't care how many cats get snatched from the pool
You work for them, I work for us, don't get it confused

Disregard the buzz and the digital distribution
You either part of the problem or part of the solution
But if it ain't yours and it's Final - it's vital
Now your idols stand idle while the state gets genocidal
They'll say it's getting better like it's all a recital
And the premiere ain't even near - modern global libel
But the fittest know survival
I'm alive and my revival is transcendin' the chatter
Cause I know I'm made of matter
And the means by which I string vocabulary's necessary
Can't tell me what to write - I master every chapter
They can blackball me all day and crack on me, okay
Then gag on these Black balls on every other off day
Even when them crackas called us niggas in them hallways
I knew telling the truth in the booth, I would do it always
Hashtag - Fuck all that sad crap pawns play
Step in my direction as a threat, you've gone the wrong way