The Palmer Squares - Knock 'Em Down [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Higher now
Get a little bit higher now
Just a little bit higher now
Let me hear you say "I will not come down"
(x2)

[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge]
Yo, I'm paying homage to the ghetto swingers
I'm paying homage to Metal Fingers
Paying homage to every heavy hitter ever
Break a promise to myself, figures
I could never help it
Another product on the shelf up in the supermarket
A little too retarded, oughta wear a helmet
Sifting through the garbage
Rummage through the rubbish
Finish what you start because you're just a moving target
It's awfully painful to walk away from it all
Make a stop at the bank and not to make a withdrawal
But to break in the vault
Find me scaling the walls
The god-forsaken, crowd favorite
Copy paste and applaud for another mental patient in a straitjacket
Destruction and desolation, better stay back
Get blasted
That's what makes it a classic
Nowadays ask if you want paper or plastic, I'm saying
I do it cause I love to create
I do it cause I love to be hated
I do it for anyone who relates to the music
Get to making a move or get to pumping the brakes
For heaven's sake with the angels and the demons
Up in section 8
Within the vacancy they fiending
Up against the heavyweight, could break me into pieces
Let a hater hate
Never playing games, just Mavis Beacon
So take a seat
Bitches

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Acumental]
I'm Iron Mike in 1988
Fighting for a title in the ABA
Fly like aviate
So put your dukes up and touch gloves
Tussle with the punch-drunk roughneck bruiser run amok
I let the little fish go to catch the big fish later
Call the kid Mick Taylor
With a six inch saber
Down goes Frazier
Down goes Frazier
The crowd ovation make a sound so sacred
I block a dollywhopper like Ibaka in the paint
Drink vodka straight playing tonsil hockey with your lady friend
She asking when we finna drop another tape
Cause the vernacular of Ac and Term is boggling her cranium
You shot-callers better hold the phone homie
Don't wear yourself out cause Ac rope-a-dope phonies
Known to rap holy
Flow prone to blow speakers
Sold my old Sony's for a Dolby home theater
Home alone juvenile rodeo pony
That's Ginuwine, Gemini
Horoscope told me our decisions make a difference
So I'm never indecisive
Won't capitulate
Instigate a bevy of excitement
I'm a heavy-hittin' middleweight
Kickin' in your door
My inner warrior been licking every morsel off his dinner plate
King of the jungle
Better keep your feet set or you'll stumble
Ring the bell you know I'm ready to rumble

[Hook]

I think I'll leave you two pals alone