Soul - Step N2 My Cipher [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm fully prepared to kill your hypocrisy
With the fire that be coming behind my poetry
So all you mad lyricists yall all are so funny to me
To fool yourselves into believing that yall can get with me
So better yet, just ease your minds and follow the snare
Because like the Staple Singers i'm going to take you there
As i shoot these hollow tip lyrics deep into your ears
And get your hearts anticipating this world premiere
Yo, i'm not your typical poet instead i'm just fed up
Like two Alpha male rams I’m about to head up
It’s time to put an end to all this controversy surrounding me
And how I can flip different styles of floetry
I' am a space aged being that’s smoking like sage
Important enough to be written on a history page
Because I'm like a psychopath on stage getting high off of rage
That's why the system will never be able to put my mind in a cage
Believe it, i'm scientific better yet terrific
Drop the kick and the bass and watch me go ballistic
For real i get real mystic with a piece of paper and a pen
Flowing over tracks like the West African Goddess of the winds
Because it's time to bring a change to this spoken word game
Minds can't elevate with the same ole same
Style of music you hear being pumped over the radio air
I'm not looking for a record deal that's why i don't care
It doesn't matter because i'll still be the best poet of the year
While you haters are standing on the sidelines ready to cheer
Hating the fact that you couldn't surpass
Me even while you were running around kissing ass
You wanted me to fail but that will never happen
Because i came out my mother's womb spitting poetry and rapping
Just to let you haters know that i was born to rock
That's why my music will end up being more classical then Bach
You see my flow is forever free like the ocean's energy
Bringing power like an entity that the average eye can not see
I will heal you from head to toe like i was Dr Sebi
Break those chains from around your brain
And set you consciously free
You see i am naturally equipped to bring you that kind of cure
Because i am spiritually authorized to build you up
Like i was a Moor
Spitting like an ole school emcee, let me put it to you simply
I'm so intelligent that i don't need to start beefs for fame and envy
That's why you will never catch a person like me
Being played on Mtv
Because I'm all about freeing minds not keeping them in slavery
And all you jealous enemies and plastic poets know this
Because i'm too busy setting my people free like the female Moses

This is war so I guess I had to get this off my chest
And put a strategy together like I was playing chess
Cowards be trying to put spells on me
Because they know I’m blessed
But I got something for their dumb asses
When they are ready to test
The forces behind me are greater then what they will ever know
That’s why my fan base is spreading like AIDS
Throughout the ghetto
My third eye is watching that’s why I had to question
What I’m seeing
How the music business is turning people
Into their demonic beings
That’s why hell’s bells are ringing and bringing
In the lost souls singing
Got them looking like a dead man’s body
Hanging from a tree swinging
Yo did I mention that my visions are extensions of a higher reality
By passing your ideas of having a successful career
In this music industry
Behind all the bullshit, the propaganda and the little white lies
The house niggers, the sell outs and the government spies
I’m a student of Ogun who’s like a warlock on a broom
With the powers to get you open like an Ancient Egyptian tomb
You think that shit you be trying to spit is organic but it’s not
I can teach you the true dynamics of real soul music and hip hop
Mastery 33 degrees of me so you suckers better learn to see
That I am not like anything you every heard about in this galaxy
So you might want to look me up and read about me in a Thesaurus
Because I be on some other shit like Imhotep, Ra and Horus
You see the compositions of my thoughts are like waves of frequencies
That can make you think I was the black Di Vinci from another century
Because I am a rebel with a cause sent by the mothers of the universe
That’s why I can put angel dust matter on each and every poetic verse
To wake you up with a underground sound you never seen or heard of before
Liberating and infiltrating like that spook who be sitting by the door
You don’t wanna battle because I’ll out build you, spit something to fulfill you
Call something unseen down from the sky that will kill you
I drop gems without compromising that can hold their own
My spiritual hymns will make vibrations swim
Throughout your skull and bones
You see because suckers be playing the black arts
Like it’s a game of monopoly
While the white man still be playing them out like his slaves
And property
You sell out! while I got that Marcus Garvey vision
Reincarnated in me
I am the streets!!!!, and only the city blocks separate me from me
I’m the method for the madness so you need to turn me up
Before religious cults and politicians try to burn me up
But it doesn't really matter yo, because I’ll be resurrected
Like Christ
To continue my mission for my ancestors and being lyrically nice


You see the knowledge of myself is my addiction
While your ignorance is your infliction from being fiction
My compositions are the opposition against a uncle tom’s position
That will even make your deacon wanna nod and take a listen
You see real recognize real so flip a coin and pick your choice
I can either damage your ego or put a hurting on your voice
If need be I can get the spirits of my ancestors to fight for me
Have you smashed like a flea for fucking with this emcee
You fools aren't ready for this African witch doctor flow
When I get cold like snow and hypnotize you like Jim Crow
Make that kind of music to elevate your mind like Ginkgo
Coming to you poetically and politically correct like Steven Biko
So step into my cipher and watch me raise the dead
To open up your eyes as if you had a gun to your head
I’m a trained killer, a self-taught blind man’s healer
That will bring that business to you like a real drug dealer
You see you coons be afraid of that kind of freedom talks
Scared to have a cipher where Malcolm’s spirit walks
You fools act like you know me out here on these streets
I grew up on these streets, lived and slept on these streets
So what you think you think you really about me
Is nothing but an illusion because I am black, proud and free
So at the gate of hate in this American hell I stand
With the powers of Ifa inside the palms of my hands
So if you ask me how I can make a dead man raise his brow
I will tell you on the plow without a cow til earth til now
I am one of the greatest in this game of spitting out words
That give flight to my plight from the earth to the sky like birds
That’s right I’m a ghetto Gothic visionary a super duper star
Scaling your brain like Jimmy Hendricks’s electric guitar
So step into my cipher and watch me make it rain
To free you my nigger from the chains around your brain
I swear from borough to borough from ghetto to ghetto
With oral tones that create prism of universal sounds
That vibrate civil liberties clothed in truth and ethnic diversity
That even Walt Whitman couldn't fuck with!!!!!