The Streets - Cinema barz [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
The inkling to think could bring me to the brink
Why do I fear? Because it keeps me here
Alone in the multiplex I think my fate
I drink my fizzy post-mix too quick
The green man glowing at the exit sign
Ice cream that'll melt before the feature flicks
Films aren't as good as TV anymore
There's so many shows that I know I want to score
But films from the trailers these days look waste
Like a gun in the hand of a desperate character
Fun in the land of disparate savages
Like all your natural movements however habitual become separate acts of action
Teary sarges and burned up sears
Weary marchers, return to cheers
I want to speak to the preacher, middle men riddle me
Two hours in the dark is something like a shower
Solitude is excellent for sorrow, like Bollywood set pieces that borrow from Hollywood
Whereof we cannot speak therefore we must be silent
Why would I be hungry for a younger year?
Cos I'm nineteen hundred and seventy eight years younger than the current year

[Verse 2: Jammer]
Yo, I was born a winner, born again sinner, eating great, three course dinner
I'm on a mic with Skinner, no chinchilla, MC serial killer, iller
Girl better know, boy better know better
Original Pirate Material's better
Sound of The Streets don't get no better
2-double-0-1 I was locked in a cellar
Locked in a dungeon, locked in a basement forget the beat I'll spit acappella
Bring other MC's umbrella
Come through start changing weather
Smoking cheese, making cheddar
Eating great, I ain't no beggar
You ain't so solid, you don't know Mega
MCs get bottled up like Stella
Wash them away with the current
Dem man are diluted blackcurrant
Everyone hates Murkle who doesn't, but boy better know I'm always current
Always current I'm always here
New MCs, there are always bare MCs want to get big always stare but I swear on my life it's always air
I tell them do some work
I'm the captain call me Kirk
Play the beat rude boy I murk
I've been a bad MC from birth
I tell them do some work
I'm the captain call me Kirk
Play the beat rude boy I murk
I've been a bad MC from birth