The Pilot Kids - Kill The Pilot [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[INTRO]
Kill the pilot, I’ma kill the pilot…
I’m-I’m-I’m-I’ma kill the pilot
Open fire, O-O-Open Fire

[VERSE 1]
When I get up in the place they know I’m a Pilot Kid
Cuz I’m a beast on the mic
And when I peace for the night, MC’s just might be dead
I'lI leave you hangin’ like a 7th…
And if my suspended reference is keepin you guessing, here’s a free lesson:

Oh no, what flow, what a showboat
So dope and so openly homo
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute— hold the phone, bro
Lemme introduce myself, my name is J
Spittin’ like a cobra do, now hold up dude
I’m gonna prove that honkeys do have potential
I’m white, don’t get my tone confused

Pass me a microphone to use and a little bit of that Avion to abuse
Flow lava like molten goo but I still chill hard like frozen foods
Exposin’ you to a totally new version of what you were told was cool
It’s a chosen few that exhibit a difference, you can hear in the lyrics when spoken to you

I’m a menace with a pen, it’s pretty sick how I invent it
Detrimental with a pencil and I'ma stick to my incentive--
Derek’s dangerous with a paint brush, so don’t play us or you could end up in the cemetery
If fire’s forced to fight fire and this i know for sure, I’ll fucking go to WAR

[Chorus]
I’m taking it on
Every breath we waste brings us closer to the fall
And so it goes…
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh
Open Fire!
Kill The Pilot!

[Verse 2]
And I’m right back in it, though
Flow cold, man, I write raps in a boat in the winter snow
And I forgot to have dinner so I’m thinking I just might pack a light snack and a Coke
"What?"
It’s like that if you didn’t know
Tryna live present with a nice bag and a bow, but without a price tag in my scope of vision
I feel like I might snap-- despite that visual

Me and Donrique at this party and they got PK and it’s on replay…
This is starting to get real
Weird

Ok forget what I said, I’m ‘bout to flip on these bastards
I’m ‘bout to find me a bitch and straight up get rich off of rapping
I’m ‘bout to buy me a studio, put that shit in Manhattan
Then buy my dad a Mercedes, like “Dad, this shit really happened!”

Nothing in the whole world’s set in stone
You got a plan for the future? Homie, let it go
They wanna see you on the ground, get you begging so loud
You can’t even hear the sound of the weapons
So fuck everybody I wanna see inequality
Logic in the majority
Follow me, I don’t wanna deem policy a priority
Sorry, there’s no apologies here

[Chorus]
I’m taking it on
Every breath we waste brings us closer to the fall
And so it goes…
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh
Open Fire!
Kill The Pilot!

[BRIDGE]
(do-do-da-da)

I must have missed the Train of Thought, I think I wound up on the Plane of Contemplation
The Automobile of Fear drove me away, I’m lost
I’m not here, I could walk away from it all
I thought I was going on vacation?
The palm trees are all kind of oddly shaped, but I’m not taking “no” for an answer, though—
So if you should say “no”, it is just a statement

(Guitar Breakdown)

Kill the pilot! I'ma kill the pilot!

[Chorus]
I’m taking it on
Every breath we waste brings us closer to the fall
And so it goes…
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh
Open Fire!
Kill The Pilot!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh
Open Fire!
Kill The Pilot!