Savor Savage - False Info / Kafé [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[False Info - Ohbliv - Verse 1]:
Empty caprisun pouches in my living room
Foreign passed out lovelies up in my blue room
Swamz, ennkay, q, and kang
Unconscious on the floor
Myself waking up in a daze
Walking out the backdoor
Seems i forgot my brain in the kitchen drawer
Surrounded by the sharp silverware
The reason toward why the lyrics penetrate freely
With no care
My one and only walks out to the back clothed in her underwear
With the spliff lit
Trading off feelings so atmospheric
Bless her with a kiss to lips
Savage savors the marijuana taste
Then dips
To roam the streets in peace
Eyes glued on me by caucasian residents
The bank seems very delicate after i started making dead presidents
Professing in the business of destroying rap careers
For the hell of it
Who the motherfucking best when i'm ya city
Savvy baby
Most definite
Lost interest when you found out i was the one to impress and shit
Dynstvy
Ain't no defining we
We grime with grimy
Didn't swami tell you that tribes vibrant and the vibes lively
Finding yourself lost in the harmony
And all i got is love
Sending out blessings
As above
And so below
Placing bodies in the catacombs
Stuck to your soul like gum at the bottom of your sole
We been on the throne of the veg
Just in case you niggas didn't know
Yo


[Bridge]:
Info, info
Information for sensation
Info, info
Got mind stuck on vacation


[Verse 2]:
Gathering so much knowledge as time passes
People in a rush
Cutting through traffic
To rendezvous with more sav fans to hear fantastic
Wave frequencies
And frequently
I've been freaking these beats
Until they numb
Like ya gums
Take it as novacane toward your brain
Down to earth
Yet the sun is beneath my feet
Decline in your recognition is so steep
While your tank is running on e
Taking it step by step
To the point where it's not much left
And you using a staff for support
And you tryna make a right
So i step to the left
Like a treble clef
Niggas attempt to wrest
So i don't get much rest
Because what i got in my grasp will be obtained
Until i decide to let it go
You sitting on side lines until i give the say so
Because it will stick with me through the highs and lows
Like blows jobs
From the local bops nob's as they slob on knobs
Tryna pick the corn off the cob
And the flow is so cold
So they toast to my grasp of the english language with a cup full of egg nog
And all i'm tryna do
Is use my nog
To get my ideas across. (x2)


[Kafé - Knxwledge - Verse 3]:
Intricate when i make my entrance
My actions classified as senseless
I advise you give full attention when i'm seeking vengeance
Do it for my remembrance
Rise in temper if you practice temperance
Within my lyrics
My flows are like top shelf
While yours remain on the rack of clearance
Fuck fitting up to your statistics
Could give a damn on how you view my appearance
Speaking hieroglyphics for the futuristic
Placing my interference in the clinic
Spitting that terrific
F a rap critcic
He talk it while i live it
Competition drying up quick like acrylic
Question your existence when i'm the nearest to the top spot
Ain't nobody holding sympathy (4 u)
Because you obviously not doing what you suppose to do
While i'm here writing from the early morning
Waking up in the afternoon
With my beauty by my side
She want me to lick the kitty
Claiming it taste like (strawberries)
The intimate vibes may vary
And honestly this music without me is like tom without jerry