The Chosen Ones - Don't Play Me Close [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Lord Shafiyq]
I am the flyest with bolo to ever go solo
Peep the vocal chord of the Lord and I will go
Deeper and deeper into a rhyme cause I'm genuine
And I'mma rhyme all the time

[Verse 1: Lord Shafiyq]
Shafiyq is unique with no physique of a pipsqueak
I give a speech to speak to the meek
About being weak-minded, yeah I find it
Off-track but I came back cause I timed it
Perfect, now watch the Lord work it
Like an acetate, or a circuit
I circulate, rotate like a spinning plate
And Doc will operate with no mistakes
It ain't the French, it's the Islamic connection
Don't play me close or breathe in my direction
I rope-a-dope against the rope, put you in a yoke
And choke you to death and make you run out of breath
Because you're soft like cloth, emcee you ain't hard
I'll fry you in lard for not being a God
The bombs I drop are like missiles that whistle
Rhymes are issued to damage your brain tissue
I sweat Methadone, my star's a hexagon
Plus the crest it makes it seven, now what went on
Was a perfect example of building
Addition to our tradition, so listen
To the endless deliveries of perfectly timed phrases
That sends the cerebrum to growth stages
The mind ages, indeed the wages
Of sin is death to an emcee who says his
Rap can be matched with the Lord's, somewhat attached
You were caught like a catch, by your tongue you was snatched
Doc gave you a scratch... how d'you like that
Don't play me close

[Verse 2: Lord Shafiyq]
Hold up a glass of water
Let's make a toast to those brothers who try to play me close
Not knowing, not recognising the civiliser
Who heats up like Heat Miser, and wiser and wiser I get
The longer it takes to translate so you can contemplate
But don't affiliate me with something other than great, try lingual
On the jingle I'm not bilingual
But I'm single so I can mingle along with the song
And ??? I must carry on
I'm large, accumulating weight
Building mass and power so I can dominate
Like Dominique on a shooting streak
Scoring, soaring way above the boring
Weak rhymes are so annoying
I'm blessed, but not by Buddah
Who wants to bite what I recite, I wanna know who's the punk
Who jeopardised his career
Like Roberto Duran, brother man, I got a smear of terror
Cause my life is strict, there's no conflict
Don't play me close

[Verse 3: Lord Shafiyq]
Shafiyq in Africa which should be Sudan
The Nubian who's an Ansaar who stands
Firm, my stature's like Gigantor
I'd rule like Godzilla if I was a dinosaur
But I'm not so no need to imagine
They expect for me to get ill or get mad when
Someone criticises me
But the soul that lies with me just energises me
To shine, yet you continue to jock
The light from the right, now you ought to stop
Sweating, my name ain't Keith, leave me alone
I'll be sure you can get off on your own
My battallion of original stallions can hang
Just like medallions
BA Verse, he's the quiet one
Khalil will get ill, he's the riot one
Safiy uses his paintbrush to brush
Chino Chan sprays the Uzi on those who try to rush
And doctor us, so bury your thought
And suppress your ego, cause you need to be taught
About the Chosen Ones, whose group consists
Of many scientists, but one vocalist
That's I, the one who never flim flams
Got knowledge of self which is knowledge of a black man
Lyrics come in barrages causing mirages
DJ Doc is large, his scratch massages my itch
If I had a girl who ate pork, I'd shoot the bitch
Right in the head, watch her drop dead
And say sorry then fill her with more lead
Don't play me close