The Pro Letarians - Church [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Into: Jupiter Jim]
It’s live!

[Verse 1: Jupiter Jim]
Feel like I'm Midget Marley in Atlantic city
I should call the chiefs and demand a sitting
This beat hard got me feeling like a gangsta rapper
This beat hard got me feeling like a gangsta rapper
I swear to God these girls love me like I’m dealing dope
Can't trust your eyes the best magicians reveal the most
Wise off of old people’s anecdotes
My flow sick and ain't nobody got the antidote
Turn this up is they counting money in the back room
My middle school, they’re doing deals in the bathroom
It’s lunch time with a table full of drug dealers
They from other side of town, they some thug niggas
Their hands either shaking up or passing cash
I'm the only one that the table passing class
They showed me love, I kept it real that’s on my momma though!
Only cool nigga on the honor roll
We headed to the top and getting closer every day
Lord help the poor souls standing in my way
What you about? Remaining real?
I heard the doctors gave up, we remaining ill!
I heard they cooking up the scheme, got the stainless steel
But I don’t got a mark on me like I’m stainless steel
And I’m stainless still

[Hook: Jupiter Jim]
Good Lord, oh my word
Got their hands up like it’s time to go to Church
Huh?
Like it’s time to go to Church huh?
Like it’s time to go to Church boy
Please leave your opinions at the alter
Too big for your britches, you should get them altered
I know you hate when it’s time for the offering…
You ain’t got nothing to offer

[Verse 2: Jupiter Jim]
Uh, somebody get the pastor
This ain’t gonna cut it man, this is just a disaster
These niggas jumping out their bodies like Casper
I just do it cause it’s in my blood like plasma
I’m what happened if Pacino was a negro
And he sold cold verses instead of kilos
And got lost in the flow like I was Nemo
And knock it out the park on some Great Bambino!
Man… y’all niggas is Bambi
Oh, I bet these niggas can’t stand me
Got something for the colored girls like Ambi
Oh Lord, I swear it’s not fair like vanity
We just adding to the insanity
Every track is a record
My track record’s your fantasy
I know you love the way I throw it down…
That’s how it feels when you become what you plan to be
Damn can it get any better?
Who knows?
Oh you think you rapping good, huh?
Kudos
I am Jupiter Jim, y’all are Plutos
I’m D1, my competition is JUCOS

[Hook: Jupiter Jim]
Good Lord, oh my word
Got their hands up like it’s time to go to Church
Huh?
Like it’s time to go to Church huh?
Like it’s time to go to Church boy
Please leave your opinions at the alter
Too big for your britches, you should get them altered
I know you hate when it’s time for the offering…
You ain’t got nothing to offer

[Verse 3: Jupiter Jim]
Hold on
I’m always first man, I’m never last
It’s my world now, you’ll never last
They try to box me in, I brought my Everlast
I get charged for battery like Durablast
Golly, I’m knocking niggas like I’m Ali
I got my guards up and they ain’t trying to guard me
Why they trippin, I’m just tryna trip at parties
Buy all black, some call it Tyrese
Y’all slipping, get familiar with the protocol
My whole team is extreme as motocross
Look me in my eyes when I take my solars off
You never look me in my eyes, that’s how I know your soft
This bad energy ain’t beneficial to my health
They talking wreck, I keep my middle fingers to myself
Cause I don’t give a fuck
These niggas lame, that’s why I came to deliver us
The new testament, testament to my excellence
Don’t forget the future cause you will soon be recollecting it
They see my shows, they ain’t been the same ever since
I’m at the top of my game, oh you ain’t ever been?
They catching spirits at my shows, got them testifying
I’m killing flows, got me on the stand testifying
Puts some girls in your videos, don’t objectify them
Good luck with that man, call up the chaplain…

[Hook: Jupiter Jim]
Good Lord, oh my word
Got their hands up like it’s time to go to Church
Huh?
Like it’s time to go to Church huh?
Like it’s time to go to Church boy
Please leave your opinions at the alter
Too big for your britches, you should get them altered
I know you hate when it’s time for the offering…
You ain’t got nothing to offer