The Palmer Squares - Bullshit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Acumental]
Now, listen (Bullshit!)
Yeah, no, I hear a lot of requests
But we're not gonna play bullshit

[Verse 1: ProbCause]
Yeah, Prob C, you know the recipe
I get down and dirty
Never down and out
You have no need for word of mouth
Turn them out
Show them what it's all about
Talking bullshit
Call you out
Had a couple falling outs
Probably for the better
Leave them bitter
Cause I'm balling out
Bonafide, smoking rod
Put my flow in overdrive
Take the scenic route
Cause if I don't
I'll fall asleep behind
The wheel and I'm feeling drowsy
The sky's a little cloudy
I clear up, cheer up, seer up
So stop with all the touting
Rerouting and go to the top of the mountain
The scenery make my piff flow like a fountain
And I really wanna take that trip
But I roll to noon
Just gotta pass through
And at the end of the day
I'm making my way at
But No GPS
I'm underfunded and dysfunctional
Like CPS
Despite the forks in the road
Chill, we be blessed
Cause any time I overeat
The beats relieve stress
So I'm chillin

[Verse 2: Acumental]
Check it out
Yo, I'm like Anton Chigurh
I'll pop your lock with a bolt pistol
Ac is a rogue missle
Bad to the bone tissue
It's Bill and Ted meets the Living Dead
I'm pestilent
You test me and I'll split the head
A mist of red up in your bed
Mafioso, wildin' as I rock the rowboat
And smiling with a Budweiser and a shot of SoCo
Soar past in a luchador mask
Play flugelhorn brass knuckles whooping your ass
You could find Ac huffing glue before class
I'm a certified member of the uniformed staff
It's the fatuous hooligan
Acting a fool with it
Leaving young bloods laying on their backs in a pool of it
Ac is a lunatic
I prove it on the regular
Maneuver through communities
Stupify the neighborhood
I'm Daryl Dixon with the arrow, bitch
A parasitic pharaoh spitting diction
More sadistic than DeNiro flicks
Keep serpentining to the words I'm rhyming
Ac is manifested, perfect timing
As galactic as the Earth's alignment
Feels like I'm trapped on a deserted island
Rationing my herb supply
And laughing as I grapple with the burning climate
An active carcinogen, rambling gibberish
Term and Ac surpassing the limit
Yo, that's how we're living it
We on fire like Pryor, with the passion of Kinison
P.Squares, ProbCause stay attacking the simpletons

[Verse 3: Terminal Knowledge]
I gargle water at it's boiling point
Gargle motor oil
Got the heart of a soldier
Marching on foreign soil
Hardly the poster boy of metaphysical poets
I just need a mental image to focus
Avoiding self discipline
Toy with a felt tip pen
Til hell's risen then delve into it
Told to the bell, I hear them ringing
And the burnt sulfur and flesh
It's more than reminiscent of the smells in my kitchen
Told them, "Teach, I don't work at home unless the beat bellows"
Word is born
Turkish Gold turn my teeth yellow
See from the street level
Scream like a tea kettle
Appreciate it, but I'mma need ya'll to keep mellow
Then I make them shout
Loud as it can be
Take the stage
Put the crowd in a frenzy
A wandering gypsy
Cough out clouds like a chimney
Playing kowtow 'til you're whimsy
Go ahead, keep fucking with me
I'm Bob Brown and you Whitney
Pow pow to the kidneys
Got a compound in the windy
Bow to the city
Migrate downtown in a jiffy
Jamming like a bottleneck
Ac will show the copperhead
Spit venom, leave the mic stand soppin' wet
One second you're alive
Rotten flesh the next
Locked in a box with a hollow chest
I'm blessed
To be alive, to be a corpse
It's ProbC and the Ordinary Dogs, ya'll
Palmer Squares in the motherfucking place to be