The Upperclass Men - Letter From The Delorean [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Introduction Poem
Issues of conspiracy weary my theories
Spirits lifted and gifted to the lord I speak clearly
Begging on my hands and knees that my heavenly fathers hears me
Don't know which way to turn I'm confused and lifes scary
Hurting from my endeavors not so clever eyes teary
Road to fame,what's the directions plz steer me
I've anaylzed I'm one hell of a sort of a guy
Compromised by evil demons that cause me to lie
Beaten, battered, bruised inside like a womans cry
To recognize what life is about
I know I'm blowing your minds
Spark like the 4th of july
If you look in the dictionary know I can't be defined
I can't be defined

HD
I'm talking to myself schizoprehnia disabled
Many years ahead, play these cards you'll run the table
Holding a bag of chips, while you flipping these poker chips
Counting down the hours, down to the minute, that this is it
Timing is everything but this ain't Hyundai
Especially when you dont even have enough for a bus ride
Bills are due, but no babies on the way
Only thing you trying to birth is throne seats next to Jay
At the Barclay, With the lights low
With my Spirits High, No regrets though
You put it all on the line but the tracks got hurdles
Trying to run the course but your demons running in circle
Your brightest days ahead and your Dark Nights Present
Gotta scare these crows away your pockets dry as the desert
It's the Death Valley Rally, And the heats on Falsetto
You took that Drive and got right up out the ghetto
Time after time, failure after failure
But thats only measured by your server, Don't tip the waiter
Many nights, looked to sky but your the savior
Carried your dreams across the seas like a freighter
Now that precious cargo, turned into Escargot
And non-believers move like snails to the sold out shows
So sip that Bordeaux slow
And hold your chalice to the sun cause your the one, Go


Mr. Harris Verse
The real MCcoy intellectual little boy
296 sutter ave apt 3c watching MTV on your parents tv
Zone out in the future he knows that he want to be me
From beat boxing and spitting rhymes with music you intertwined cold hard facts this is art design
An mc labeled a microphone chemist
Sit back and watch haters diminish
Nah nah! I'm not finish,presence seemed to be lifted
Told friends you rapped they laughed as there feelings shifted
Don't put your head down in grief because your gifted
Becoming a famous artist purpose for your existence-
Don't mind what ppl say you counter clock your decisions
Stay focus at what you do prepare for fames collision
Eliminate negativity while on the mission
You plan,you plot,you watch,observe conditions
One day it'll come into fruition,man are you kidding
Don't cut around difficult task,rare circumcision
This here is your inception,practice at your profession
The power of possession is the overall perception
The skill is the business,that's how you build a connection
Success is the result, appreciate all your blessings
Damn why I'm stressin! Damn why I'm stressin!
Coy Gregory Harris I'm wishing you the best kid
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2nd place is the first loser
Never settled for less, gambled with life professional crap shooter
How dare you awaken this blood thirsty pathogen
Pupils are interscoped while i'm chasing this after math again
But alas again, we live in a nation full of scum bags
Hating, patiently waiting for you to start breaking
Down, Had enough of you clowns, don't you throw rocks at this crown
Hands the size of colossus, obnoxious and I'm knockin' you down
Y'all can dish it but never take it
Hope your music never sees the light of day, Pray you fail and never make it
Don't ever hand me success ill take your hand and break it
Always wrote my own rhymes don't ever mistake it
Late nights and hard work to my anatomy
Mirrored future awards, the crystal balls says ill make it
Don't you ever question what he got
Causing solar storms that'll burn Apollo's chariot, HOT!
I'm here now this is your fault
Jumping over you chumps like its the pole vault
HD Verse 2
+ The fruits of your labor turned into suits by Don Draper
- With Cases of 'Tois, By the Bar, Goin' Gorilla
- Donkey Kong Simian, Banks like Vivian
- the land before time, this was mine call it Corinthian
- now the mantles covered with metal
- Cellar dwellars to top sellers, so stay leveled
- We own the top floor, AC, playing at Revel>>
- Doing Sold Out Shows from Monaco to Monticello
+ Moved on up like Mr. Jefferson
- On the couch, running your mouth to Mr. Letterman
- And your Momma's backstage
- drinking on champagne thats twice her age
- So no matter the glass raise it in the air
- The cloth you were cut from is a fabric so rare
- You'll wake up one morning and the feeling won't compare>>
- One day you'll be living this and i'll be standing there