Sir Mike Tallon, PhD - Pow Wow Style [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I got a pow wow style that kills on command
A little blaow blaow ow, but drop the little from the name
Like that Bow Wow child, cry like guitars that sing in pain
Like "brow roun roun", strings and piano syncopate
Bow wow wow, um chicka um chicka
She go down down down on me to get some sugar cane
Brown brown brown, sweet meat for miss thang
Ow wow wow, I mix my style with this twang

[Verse 1]
Death defier, mystifier, Mr. MacGyver
Lyrical fire meant to manipulate miserable liars
Hyperventilate when my cypher disintegrates
As I siphon heavyweights that I hypogenerate
No psycho meditates, recycles pen and paper
Rivals went and came, departures did escape the isles
Why all the time, why why all the time
Wild penetrates the mind? Here I'll demonstrate

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[Verse 2]
See, I got style up the wazoo, watch who you talk to, see
I do vojkov do's like talking to a cockatoo
Cocky dudes are just pussies cock blocking moves
Who get knocked off stools and barely get sloppy twos
Slap me 5 and tag me in duck duck goose
I never leave my spot but you got caught soon
I rock socks, shoes off of you, it takes not a few
Words for you to spit to get the lava cool
But I could do it using only marijuana drool
When I got some new shit and I could taste it in my mouth
Your life is wasted if you doubt that I blot my music
With seeds and wait for it to sprout like my ganja do
Take this man to the dungeon room
He's too complacent with his style and his pop tune hits
Do not tune in to the station that he's bound
So you got locked down but brought what sound?

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