Snake Hollywood - Artisan [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Pardon me son, you in the presence of an Artisan... Pardon me son, you in the presence of an Artisan. (Specifcally talented & crafted)

[Hook Pre]
Starin at the world through the glass mirror. Wit the future at stake can't take the past wit us
See the beauty that radiate off the glass pillars? Unarguably king, kiss the ring of perhaps the realest...

[Verse 1]
Creepin through warzones tossin stones
I tough a nigga's swagger, I shatter his jawbone
A combat vet back from active tour of duty
Snake Hollywood the immaculate, yours truly
Murder, hostile takeover rap under siege
Runnin wit G's had ratchets strapped in our dungarees
Fist in the air again, comparin em to Bobby Seale, Trayvon Martin & Fred Hampton
Arrogance, sold heroine to my homies parents
Bought the stolen DVD Players and gold earrings
I even bought Nintendos and Dreamcasts
For like $20 bargain shop when the fiends pass
But now Im free at last, from the ties binds and shackles
Ecclisiastic gospel rap passage from the book of Matthew
& thats just part of my aura
Sippin Sauvignon blanc and blue bottles of Bartenura
A target for the--police and the prosecutor
Judge & the jury, Im from were niggas tuck in their jewelry
Im from where niggas is hustlin silly
Tompkins Ave, Gates & Nostrand, sprayin that toast man...

[Hook Pre]
Starin at the world through the glass mirror. Wit the future at stake can't take the past wit us
See the beauty that radiate off the glass pillars? Unarguably king, kiss the ring of perhaps the realest...

[Hook]
Pardon me son, you in the presence of an Artisan. Pardon me son
The verses are heavy as black burden, but I could spit harder son, pardon me son

[Verse 2]
Stark-ravin madman from a bad land, baske in my ambiance, I spit modern day babylon...
I dare a nigga to size me up, try his luck
Casually shrug, give a African squat fuck!

[Hook]
Pardon me son, you in the presence of an Artisan. Pardon me son
The verses are heavy as black burden, but I could spit harder son, pardon me son

[Verse 3]
Stark-ravin madman from a bad land
Im the reason why God get mad and wish he never had man
My catscan shows my brain's the size of a smart car
In the back of cop cars screamin freedom--Allahu Akbar
(Islamic Chant) The streets devour the talent from all the conscious youth
This ain't no conscious rap, no dashikis
This is B-Boy dope, rope swangin jottin Grafitti
A Bansky, Myalansky, smokin a gram of weed outta this white entourage defyin all the odds (ungh)
Holster dangle under my shoulder, sippin lime in Corona blowin dolja, got me floatin, free my cousin soldier (Thats Final!)
Or next time Im wreakin havoc
General Zod wit a bomb strapped beneath my jacket...

[Hook]
Pardon me son, you in the presence of an Artisan. Pardon me son
The verses are heavy as black burden, but I could spit harder son, pardon me son

[Hook Pre]
Starin at the world through the glass mirror. Wit the future at stake can't take the past wit us
See the beauty that radiate off the glass pillars? Unarguably king, kiss the ring of perhaps the realest...

[Verse 4]
(YO!) New York is now my moshpit
The God Spit.. wrath, I spaze, split you in half like chopsticks
Im sandwiched... deep within the belly of the beast wit these savages from the streets and the bowel movemen is rancid
Verbal hooligan, lyrically abusin him
'bout to take being dope wit the flow and make it cool again
1995 all over again
Marty Mcfly in the Deloreon recordin his performances
BLACK HOFF, without the hassel and the bathin suit
Shackled from head to toe on cloud 9 its amazin you...
Rappers is casualties, I might cock and spray at you
Attack my pedigree I growl loud as a sabretooth....

[Hook]
Pardon me son, you in the presence of an Artisan. Pardon me son
The verses are heavy as black burden, but I could spit harder son, pardon me son
(Specifcally talented & crafted)

ARTISAN!