Speed on the Beat - Redemption's Reprise (Intro) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Pre-Intro]
(Backmasked songs from Songs For...)

[Intro]
Jojo: "...because they're mean."
Speed: Pictures are mean, why are pictures mean?
Raquel: I thought he said "they're annoying."
Speed: Why are pictures mean, JoJo? It's Christmas
JoJo: It's not Christmas, daddy. You know it's not Christmas!

[Verse One: Speed on the Beat]
From kings and queens were born thugs and sycophants
From John Edward was born this here man
Who's seen trials and tribulations most men would shy from
Because the outcome? It wasn't easy from the jump
Risen from the ashes many times, but still I must outrun
The clock on its final chime so my reprise is upon...
Us all, Redemption song, preaching gospels of Marley
They listen hardly because I refuse to leave like Garvey
Spirit of Martin Luther, probably more because of transgressions
Immortal stance but human flesh, so I know that I’m destined
To drop the ball a few times, but fall I’ll never do
Stand tall, no Manute, but I "sweared" that I’d bowl through
Anybody that tried to stand in my way
Of my freedom, mutiny to those that tried to cave
Me into that old self, with no hope for a better day
Requiem for young SOTB, a new me stands today
Middle finger to the nonbelievers and fingerpointers
I told y'all on Songs For... I would find y'all and slaughter
Everything and everybody that tried to hold me back
I said these niggas won't hold me back
Bitch, no Maybach music, I keep it black!
Even though I'm mostly gray, matters not you have no brain
You think that you gonna topple kings? Fucking insane
The end came I revived and you experienced some blackness
I gave you songs for a revolution, here's the reprise bitch
Stop it, you're cocky, you don't run shit, that's what they say
'til I pop shit and drop them like a cooked grenade and walk away
Rock this, prop the members of my team up above awkward days
When the skies cried from the iris of the son, no more sadness
And I've got my Queen back, sitting on our makeshift throne
Ready to overthrow the false idols of your dreams
Don't you remember on EIC, we wear crowns over here?
So no fear will seep into our plane of being

[Verse Two: Speed on the Beat]
And you can chop down the tree, but you'll never kill the roots
So if I decease, my legacy will live on until you sleep
For the seeds of my future, will mature into new kings
Ready to stand against, makeshift tyranny
You hearing me?, as I'm steering the Double-R, into the train station
Armed with nitroglycerin to disarm any silly men
Who try to stand against the mortal immortal
Transcend ignorance while you transport into it, portal
But this is no game, though I do control this
Redemption's Reprise, Double-R Two Shit
No Truthful Revelations, no Heartbreakers
No wars against myself, no suicide through expectations
One of these mornings, I woke up and I decided that I
Would fly above the simple shit that I fell victim to
The first time, and my rhymes transcended simple tunes
Remember a time when that'd be something everyone'd do?
Even with simple tunes, the money, jewels and the hoes and foods
Foreign to the pallet unless one lived amongst the Joneses...
Out the hood, but we're not out the woods yet
Even though we skirted through the cliffs
Redemption's Reprise, new breath for the hard of hearing in this...
And this is...Part Three of the S4 Trilogy
DAR's resident one-man-army, even though the whole squad's still behind me...
Speed

[Replay of intro conversation]