Soarse spoken - Spoken for (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Soarse spoken]

(let's go)
A formidable foe
Conformity's comfortable
Ya'll sacrifice concept for a more diggable flow
We're all sick of your ho
Act as a model citizen
Popping bottles of hollow medicin
Fetcher these shots and let them in
Ease that, let the beat lapse
A mic's a wife to an mc
So why's ya'lls giving your feedback
Gather the crowd to move them
I'm a smooth cat
Who only loses his cool when the crowd doesn't groove back
Transmit lyrical transit
Rhymes are an oasis
Placed in a sand pit
Ya'll wanted in on the game
But you can't fit (no?)
Because I'm a monster in he
Pondering the
Rotten from the devils conquering me
So stay patient
These radiowaves communicated through a radio slave station
Your heartrate's racing
The sound is straight basement
A polished lecture
My platoon carries canteens for the knowledge nectar
From a fruit with a silent texture
For those out in scriptures
A pictures worth a thousand words
But my word's worth a thousand pictures
You fountain licks are hurt
Works with a mountain mixture
Guerilla music warfare
From the sound the most
The more viscious
The flow the more rare
And I'm a creature in habit blazing
Here to speak to a savage nation
I provide plenty food for thought
So feed your imagination

[Cise]
Folding you niggers in my soldier state
Set in his days forward
Air force ones
I'm walking through Kuwait
Bullet through bubble jackets
Using my desert tactics
Camouflaged to my toes
Tringerfinger spastic
Heavy in streets
Like 24 unlocked chevys
I rocksteady
On motherfuckers who ain't ready
You switch to sweet
I'm feeling blunt so what the fuck
I'm dial it mind yo bitch-ass nickel up
The sign in the times
Look at the dark skies
Is it money or politics
What's your reason for rhyme nigger?

[akin]
Not content with the style they boast
And so I approach the mic
With a fighters ghost
Spirit on my shoulder older
Wise as now I learn to be a soldier
Young street soldier
Phoney mc's
Your acting days are over
Poof
But gone you not on a hear
Look you not a real revolutionary
You's a punk
Crook for hire
My voice over drum inspire
A young nigger to scream out
"we living in fire"
Grab your gun for war now we marching as one
Yo the drummer boy toy with a beat that's fun
But hard
My face scarred though I'm ready for more
A refugee far from home
Yo let's settle the score
I cannot tire
Fight till my words expire
Out of my mouth
I shout to the peasant empire
Young boys with their pants sagging
They probably bragging
In cyphers they relay rhymes
Songs of magnums
But only if you knew the might
Of your own words
You gotta let them be
Be free
Roaming the birds moving in motion
See hypocrits approaching
Trying to figure me out just to get me open
And break me down
It's too late
They woke me now
I'm feelin like Marx
They hate to embrace me now
Those days are gone
Of wondering what's gonna happen
Believing in Bush are
Running with a light that's sharp
Yo fuck that, believing in god
Trust that, they bust at
Better bust back
It's on niggers

[cise]
Fire walk with me
As I burn holes in the soles of your new kicks
Come on nigger I'm going on
Walking down the dirty streets and avenues
I battle you, a duel to the death
Because I'm mad at you
Not in the physical sense
But on the defense
Of the current events
That showed your true nature
Hate to love ya
But love to hate ya
Bitch I make you want to go see your maker
Not violent but already excited
Fist in the air I go spark the riot
If you want to try me come hither and try it
Behold the bold soul that stay strong relying

[omniscient]
I come through in a droptop limmo like kennedy
Protected but not if the shooter is walking right next to me
Check it, it was all a dream like Martin Luther
Getting bucked over seas and at the corner you find the same shooter
All for different causes all with different bosses
Stabbing niggers with their crosses, god finding corpses
20 dollar spliffs up in the air
You know it's dead vision when there's nothing in the stare
But it's all in the walk, the talk we do our thing
It's time I take action to the plan and to the ring
Because this is doing the jab get the hip rip fixing them
We paying for the war, raise tax and keep shipping them
It's all good cus you niggers keep it all hood
Except you fucking your own hood and that's not good
Just do the math and you won't get the right answer
We're doing surveilance while you getting watched like plasma