Silent Lambs Project - Vintage [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jace]
Sitting in, watching television with fucked up vision
Listening to a report
Lying make the puzzle pieces fit in all sorts
Screens in babies dreams and you're an essence
Of doctrine, what a life, my wife
Sees me once a week I'm usually somewhere in for keeps
Hearing beat tapes and having great debates
Planning on making great escapes
To anywhere
Taurine, just to leave the scene
No papers so the only page scripted
Is when I'm lifted
I praise high, days are high
I see further than inertion
And spies shit-talker
Southend linage
Sin it like herbal vintage
This style is vintage
Crack reflection
Can't spend no time progressing
No pardon mes or excuse mes, move fluently
Through inner city
Busting clogged up spots stays fogged up
See it like, satellite
Stage on the spotlight
Nothing extra'restrial
Something exceptional
Quiet at times
Like at [ZA?] times
Read the headlines
Disappearance without a trace
Names with backwards
Smoking backwards
Shit-talker
Southend linage
Sin it like herbal vintage
This style is vintage
Look out the curtain
Now for certain
Of linkage with inkage and scribe
I wonder what tribe
Looks to keep alive
And profess
After a marley of bless
Style is vintage

[Hook: Jace & Silas Blak]
Most will never get it yo, this style is vintage
Style is vintage
Yo, style is vintage
Y'all master gimmick
Most will never get it yo, this style is vintage
Y'all master gimmick, gimmick

[Verse 2: Jace]
On a journey
Back needs to be on a gurney
But fuck the pain and the hurt
Go to finish what we start with the street church
The work is done, through the filage and the mileage
Contemplate each date, what would be on a plate
Of the newborn, today's new light they've been rewarned
Hearing bullshit like it was truth from a pool pit
Reserved like a reverend with no sermon
Learning life like a cross burning, nerves on end
I made it to the end wearing the same shit
Caring about the same shit
Leaving mess-ages for the ages
Two thousands seasons
Got my mind soul haemorrhaging
Been forsaken by some of my kin
But communion
Communities employing unities
Start new cities
With schools for the young
Shit-talker
Southend linage
Sin it like herbal vintage
Style is vintage
And green, my lean, is arrogance
To my defence words never lie
Seeing chouse like herbal abuse
Power wet circle
Shake your heard like Urkel
Been blessed like a [?]
My employment is self, I love self
From SCA to Illadelph
Never kill self style
Style is vintage

[Hook: Jace & Silas Blak]
Most will never get it yo, this style is vintage
Y'all master gimmick yo, this style is vintage
Most will never get it, get it, get it

[Outro: Silas Blak]
Most will never get it yo, this style is vintage
Style is vintage
Y'all master gimmick
Most will never get it yo, this style is vintage
Y'all master gimmick, gimmick
Most will never get at it
This style is vintage
Y'all master gimmick