Splitty mcgitty - Sonny Liston w/ gracezaffuto [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I had to get down on a Monte beat
Like they asked me what I got and I said not fatigue
Sat down for hot tea with Socrates to discuss philosophy
And the ongoing lobotomies
Brain broken so they probably already made a robot of me
The dull don dada eatin’ proper as Zeke
And poetry prosperous like it was written by Nas
Back in the Bronx for the Soul Madonnas lead
The aura dormant, but I see worlds
Applaud a porpoise
Long for purpose
Now I see why mama used to tell me sleep’s important
Cus I’d be chasin’ dreams if I didn’t always feel exhausted
But still findin’ time to be dancin’ around in my Diadoras

[Chorus 2x]
Sometimes I feel alone
Sometimes I feel I need my space
But every time I think I do I fall into black holes
So am I wrong for askin’ “What is sunshine”?
Cus more than sometimes
I’m on the outside
Lookin’ in and there ain’t shit to do out here
But count times that I have a close encounter with the unkind

[Verse 2]
I stand over these god damn dummies
Just like Ali did Foreman
And stay dubbin’ these D.W.’s stuck inside the self-absorption
Hate to play the fool, but how they paid in full?
Somebody gotta explain the difference between
Misunderstood
And not relatable
Cus most em scoundrels
And they claim they comin’ with heat
But the meteor showers really nothin’ but
Mediocre showers
Colin Powell collaboratin’ with Jedi councils
“What’s crackalackin?”
Galactic senates keep my spaces starry
And cosmos polished
Cosmopolitan cosmetology
I used to be a wishful thinker, but
Cosmo and Wanda would never wave a wand for me
I wanna be happy soon
I wanna be Jackie Moon
Phenomenological Flint Tropical
Wrestlin’ bears from the zoo for the fans and
Chuckin alley-oops to Clarence
As a matter of the fact
I wanna be three stacks
And I ain’t heard ya man’s song, but I know that he wack
And sometimes
I been havin’ these close encounters with the unkind
And I just gotta say
Y’all got some dumb rhymes

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
And that was Sonny Liston
If i said I felt alive, I lied or might’ve been writin’ fiction
There’s something different
Somethin’ different

A common theme for my mind has been variation
But let’s face it
When I’m tryna switch the channelin’
Nothing’s changing

So let’s elope to Roanoke
I’m tryna find myself inside of a lost soul
But we gotta go
Cus it’s boutta be the opposite of hot in Queens
So cope with cold and cop a coat for Pocahontas
Please