Windmills - Windmills [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Music, when music doesn’t, it doesn’t even satisfy…
(If younger heads quote this, then it ain’t all hopeless)
Music, when music doesn’t, it doesn’t even satisfy…
(If younger heads quote this, then it ain’t all hopeless)

[Verse 1]
You cats haven’t heard the last of my tactics
Grab somebody in the room and move together, that’s it
Who knows how long we have? You might as well relax, kid
And hear yourself breathing as if you’re a fat bastard
The impact of a fashion design classic, is how I rap
Using these words to repeat after
I’m mad graphic, addicted to drum patterns
As heavy as titties look when you think of back spasm
Years of experience on stage in fronts of crowds
Who no one knew us before they had reason for getting down
Rhyme wizard lyricism, disappearing mysterious
Reappearing with style, like “who’s the one who’s laughing now?” Ha!
Perseverance with lyrics, in any weather condition
With vision stronger than radio, record labels, or critics
Isn’t concerned he’s looking as good as the words he’s written
In my opinion, there’s nobody living I wouldn’t drown, now
It’s Framework, known for working your frame;
A stage name to explain how I’m killing the game
Windmills, Rex Rey, straight murder, murder, murder
The beat until it’s had enough and take it even further, word

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
When this hip-hop art comes in, it’s gonna get your heart pumping
What is it I’m on, cousin? Look at me, stop fronting!
Just bounce to way we sound. Emcee with a grip on crowds;
You see what it is, I’m about. 1, 2, and they get knocked out
Keeping on through thick and thin cause to fall don’t make no sense
On and off the stage I’m fly, in the world I’m hustling, yeah!
A flow they’re nowhere near, ready with a bucktooth smile, cheese!
I’m doing what I feel, tuck you in, goodnight, sweet dreams
Close your eyes. Lights out, sucka! Get involved
I’m out to make our crew as strong as Zulu Nation walls
A stone cold rocking emcee on the microphone
Who’s for the ones who love to cut the records back and forth
I may come across as somebody who I’m not
If we haven’t even had the chance to meet and get to know
You like rhythm and emotion, poetry, explosions?
I mix a little bit of it together at a show, let’s go!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
When it was back in the day and they were rapping this way
I’m inside of my mother’s belly wanting out of the cage
I’d kick her stomach to rhyme without a language to find
She’d get excited having people feel what’s really inside
I had to do what I did, when I got out of her crib
And I don’t mean it as the one you call, “the place where you live”
I came to handle my biz, so light a candle for them
And dry your tears, it’ll only get me started again
I’m on fire like citizens of American terrorism
Where losing your job is met with the cost of living being raised
The tax dollars is enough to make an honest man
Examine what it means to be a criminal who’s getting paid
If beef in the world made food on your plate
A crackhead would still be acting as though they already ate
Life’s great! I speak the universal language of peace
Grab a hold of your soul the moment a thought is released
I’m a beast! As far as I’m concerned with skills alone
I’ll rip any image they got, of when they’re spitting lyrics till I feel at home
The ‘elevate your attitude’ recording artist
From lost on a highway road with no destination, I’m caught
To shaking the demons feeding off not believing
To see me and leave the evil I made until hell is freezing my snot
It’s us!