TomArts - Brainless Society [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1] - TomArts

Whatever happened to the art of free thinking lazy America resorts to lazier speaking
All I hear is Molly this and ratchet that What if Molly was on Molly and decided to cock that ratchet back
Heart attack cardiac arrest flow eyes low like a Donovan mcnabb throw
Bad bitches serenaded by corny interludes from rappers that lack testinal fortitude
Let's see how long ya rhymes hold up after people wise up
Crack a Dutch and roll up let's escape this place
Go right from this adjacent space your tracks are just tainted waste
I keep it dougie nigga say it to my face y'all embrace all these silly little antics
Mass illusions stir confusion in the attic spasmatic
Leaving trails in the traffic let it be grade a is all I'm asking
I'm focused on grassheads mathematics stack moolah and divide it with my captains
We About to make it happen highed up laughing at these fools reactions
I try not to fall casualty to USA dare I say tough as mma
Roller blading skating backwards on these haters lighting blunts inhaling all the vapors
Grassheads international I should start a fucking label

[Verse 2] - Qwon Don

You must be outcha mind literally out ya mind
What you find when you notice you running out of time
Brainless the beat stainless painting the palace til' im famous
The creek draining im maintaining
See a lot of open doors as I proceed to walk through em'
Just because I never look or dont see thats false proven
We are not losing im so chill it's intimidating
Dont give a fuck who these women dating next subject
Cause real niggas dont sleep blinded by the dreams thats been building by the weeks
You just riding the bandwagon dragging by the leash talk is cheap
That the same reason I dont watch TV we can move on
Looking through my eyes see a rare vision clear percision tryna make this a fair mission
Smoking good nothing but the finest thats none the less
In the Lab you know where to find us we thinking checks
I said ooking through my eyes see a rare vision clear percision tryna make this a fair mission
Smoking good nothing but the finest thats none the less
In the Lab you know where to find us we thinking checks

[Verse 3] - TomArts

OK so finally we thinking for ourselves now
It'll feel good like you scored your first touchdown
But I see you came up short Like a chick lighting up a bussdown Now you on the bus clown
It's one spot left next to the bum with rank breath
It could always get worse this weeks drug is why ya brain hurts
Blame it on your peers this been happening for years
One bad apple could corrupt the bunch
Have you lost for hours you like you sniffed a dozen devils breath flowers
Loss of free will has demonstrated powers Can't change it so I'm rolling up this sour
Bout a million miles an hour Just to free my mind Tho
Conversation with a fine ho is the remedy good weed and the rest is up to destiny
TomArts I got the fucking recipe