Zion I - Boom Bip [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I taste the bitter
And the sweet
Sweet and the bitter
Number one draft pick
Metaphysic flow spitter
Sip my elixir strong like pop liquor
Drink from my flask, kick back till it hits ya
Hiccup, excused we sipping Jah brew
Got me so high, hardly know what to do
Been waiting y'all, glad you finally came through
Celebration of yaself, family and friends too
Crew - who - said it's taboo, for me to show my feelings
Don't you know I'm loving you?
Capiche, release stress at the doormat
Fresh with the raw rap collapsin' your format
Backspin again, Jah wait for waste line (???)
Why hate and waste time, bounce with the bass line
Follow, to sunsets and tomorrow, why rappers don't never
Understand they role models, sit with the bottle
Let it get hollow, bet it get sweaty bout to spit my motto
Holler back, if y'all call then you got the 'nac
I'm asking all of my people, where ya loving at?

[Hook: Goapele]
So don't fight the feeling
When we got it right here
We ain't going nowhere
Open your mind
When we got it right here
We ain't going nowhere

I shot the tribe: death, Judah
Twelve when I delve
Deep into your mind
Praise Jah know yaself
Wealth is a state in
The mental debate
It's all in the fate
Plant seeds then you wait
Be patient, banquets of glorious abound
When the ancient art of living's laid down
Kings sport ya crown, queens sport ya crown
Jah brings light, now the cipher goes round
We build, chill, party, act ill
Then we back to the lab for some more battle drills
Skills that's for real, failness is kill, houseless is lost
In the blizzards of their mills, still I will rise higher
My ancestors let my soul catch fire
And serve as a beacon, for lost souls seeking
A candle per say like in a dark day
We reaching sky high, help me get by
Sometimes I need a boost, so I touch the lye
Don't fight the feeling, when I write
Revealing I'm a light the mic, with hype
Mics your fiending for

[Hook]

Po-Po copper
Skinny, rap tinted proper
Drop funk like a sock in ya gym locker
Pop collars, I rocks impalas
Meet me at the beach, money rain dollars
Rhyme scholars, the green and the MP
I plan to be out like Marcus Garvey
See we don't, trip on ya sizzle, cocaine and pistols
Boy that's a issue or two, you can 't see thru the lies
Control the mind, lord knows I'm trying
Resign, flip manuscripts It's amp live with the beat
And boom tick

[Hook}