Soul the Mojo - Velma's Boy (JAGNB) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Soul]
My grandmama called me SOUL just so you'll listen
Started calling him Jimmy, never got bored with it
Born different, adorned kindred

[Verse 1: Soul]
My grandmama call me SOUL so you'll listen
At every planets pole I'm different
All dependent on if I planned my soles for pole position
Cold kicking flows til I'm too old for whippings
Too bad my toes still dripping from molten slippers
It itches
Just a bit more bitter than my lips is
Young Lipchitz, expelling spit from his britches
Mumbling to a mistress
Using parsects to measure distance utilize a pocket square as a hankerchief
A hainus mixture of both angst and indifference
It ain't different
Try and paint a vivid depiction of my fixings
Take a look at my bag you could think a marbles missing
The sphere, Its clearly between his ears there are nothing to see
But building functions perpetiually, exponentially
But expertly, cross my i's and i dot my t's
Awesomely-oh also we
Often seem to stain our tees so awfully
Between the trees
Wild life enthusiast
Choosy on foolishness
Only cheesing when I'm talking cheese
But jeez, leave your heffer out of it
A different type of beef
We're the thieves of the night, can't you see?
Oh yeah, that's right
Marauders after midnuit
Leave the deceased in deceit and robbing cradles verbatim
Aiding an iron maiden
To bait em and hold em at bay
Just to serve em up on steel plates
Phife Dog once told me never rhyme the real date
But wielding Excalibur sure feels great
A veal steak from the highest point of ya real estate couldn't take the weight of what the realest ate
I fly by your highest stakes with minor haste
The time I waste is borrowed from the wasteside of space and time
At the rate of my waist size
Use your timeline as a baseline
It's shake time
More ground breaking than Dateline
In B.C. I was the King
Now it's A.D. I'm crazy for the same things
Rings that gleamed in past years still ring my ears dear
Who it may concern it should settle to learn
I burned down my kingdom just cause they didn't think I had the spark to lead them
Reverse treason
That'll teach 'em
(Give me a reason)

[Hook: Doc Awk]
So now Moms even call em SOUL, I know you'll listen
(But you gotta listen)
Started calling him Jimmy, never got bored with it
Was born different, but uh
My Grandmama called me Soul just so you'll listen
(But you gotta listen)
Saw the power within me, saw nothing wrong with it
Was born different, adorned kindred

(Jim ain't got no bars)

[Verse 2: Doc Awk]
According to portions of origins
Gorged by gorgeous whores in orgus
Hoarding horrid amounts of ore, of course
Just might challenge an ogre to an obstacle course
And force myself to muster my might and channel the Force
By the break of the light, it's me holding the torch
The greatest of knights to forge his own sword
I recall being cooped up like 2 doors on my own Accord
Til my personalities got bored
Took my own tour like "hot Lord, he turned his hotbox to a pile of scrap board!"
I missed the layup, but look how I slapped the backboard, on the way up
What I damn near have an arrow tatted on my back for
On the come up, and I'm what they come back for
Ask for candid answers, get fists of
Kanter
Banter blindly and bicker over fickle finley grounded rhyme scheme
Make me wanna sit my starters
You can fine me, fine with me, finally if you can find me
Catch me filing blindly flanges smiling
Possibly dialing on the darling I've been eyeing
No, in the aisle. I'm wild in every time out
In every rhyme bout, players lost on what the rhymes 'bout
Crimes I doubt will stick, don't doubt the shtick
One more tech and I'm out of this
I rather risk to rile the kids
I'm radical as it gets with additives
As bad as it is..
(Indistinct mummbles)