Radamiz - CHARLIEchaplin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Charlie Chaplin "The Great Dictator" Speech]

[Intro]
The Longer Way Home
Rudy Mills wussup!
Yo yo yo yo

[Verse 1]
So I, throw on my button up and give my frown an uppercut
Watch out for the underdog that's coming up
Shuttin up, the lingo running mouths with nothing gold
Zoning out to the man with "God's Son" painted where stomachs show
Anti-downfall, today's rain's a heavy downpour
Robin Hood music, writing lyrics to feed a town
R.A.W is the duo, hearing all the sass talk and kudos
The game tastes like Henny but looks like Nuvo
A messed up industry, I'm just trying to find the loop holes
And escape routes to break out the stereotypes and fake out
The future delayers, girls flirting with this heartless
Limousine rides turn housewives into monsters
World like an igloo and this mind like a snow globe
Dealing fiends my dreams with peripherals to po-po
Window shopping for love, too broke to get a hug
Don't die trying to climb, and don't fall into their lies

[Hook]
So what you think I got in mind to do?
I have way too much pride to ever lie to you (you)
So I let these feelings go, and I let you people know
That I'm here to stay, and that's that
But I never seem to make ya'll smile
In due time though, it's been way more than a while
So I walk this path lonely
And catapult myself until this whole world knows me
And then I'll be ghost

[Bridge x8]
And then I'll be ghost

[Verse 2]
Your local Fat Cat, 50 Cent that ain't make a platinum record
8 ball shooting to fill these pockets, attached my eyes to a rocket
To knock names, perfect my box game like Hugh Hefner
Cham-pain knocks out foes like champagne and vodka together
Please calm your temper, relax Judges and stop bangin
My accent's a life sentence, no act to speak slangin
Used to not afford a good belt, that's why my pants was hanging
Now we pay like 600 to show logos by hips, danglin
Michelle Obama didn't influence my mama
9-to-5 for 30-plus years ain't changing because of progress
Peep my circle of fly guys, parachutes and beds of cloud
Rhymes like crack bundles as blue boys crept around
Your teachers don't all tell the truth, and T.V.'s lie
Looking at the world through Stevie's hands, not Stevie's eyes
Admitting, convos with God about honesty fraud
Tell em I lied a couple times, you knew it but let me slide
(I Love you)

[Hook]