​nobigdyl. - ​soul 2. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: nobigdyl.]
Tribe on the move

[Chorus: nobigdyl.] (x2)
I don’t mean to insult you
But I got a soul too

[Verse 1: nobigdyl.]
I’m ridin' round with that missile
My stash owe me
This mask owe me
I doubt you that I’ll miss you
This scope good and my coke good
And it smell good when I whip it
Your crew say you want beef
Then I’ll deep-fry the Mcgriddle
Thanks to the judicials
Don’t test me or stress me
I’ll make your chest bleed
God bless me
Cause I etch you with that pistol
I etch-a-sketch your body boy
And I bet you that they’ll miss you
But not me, oh not me
I pour x out for my heroes
But I ain’t sentimental
And I know that you probably really scared of me
‘Cause my gold teeth and my energy (my energy)
And you think that sin is my pedigree (my pedigree)
And you right
Don’t lose sight (you right, you right)
Cause we all guilty o’ treachery (don’t lose sight)
One form or another
Passed on from our mothers
We born into trouble
And worn into rubble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Anything other than that is heresy
Just share with me
Tell me about faith in the One
And the way that the Son
Made a way for his sons
By his grace and his love
And the pain that would come
When they raisin’ him up
And the angels above
Praise his name now because
We were pierced through his side
Now we’re sprayed with his blood - oohhh!
Tell me straight to my face how he came for this thug

[Chorus] (x4)

[Verse 2: Mogli the Iceburg]
Tell what’s a Christian look like?
Tell me what’s a Christian act like?
The only difference I see between me and them
Is I don’t pretend
That my life won’t end
When I pass
So pass that herb to the left, my brother
And I’mma smoke this blunt like a cure for cancer
’Til I find the answers
Say God’s not dead?
Well, I’ll take my chances ’cause
If your God’s so real
Why don’t you tell me just how the world’s so cold
What type of Father would let his child go hungry
And take his parents from him when they got old?
Tell me what type of God would make cancer
Tell me what type of God would make AIDS
Tell me what type of God would send a typhoon
To an island and kill people with his waves
If you gon’ believe in that then that’s fine
But don’t you put that judgment on me
You ain’t any holier than I
‘Cause you go to church and say a prayer with a rosary
You must be kidding, really
So you tellin' me I’ll go to hell if I keep sinning
When I ain’t no worse than you and that’s bogus
You are probably too stuck up just to know this
And we both say the same words
Fight the same wars
Hit the same clubs
Tearin' up the same floors
And you judgin' me for it
But I find it kind of funny
‘Cause behind the closed doors
You’re looking at the same porn
If it was up to me
I’d say that you were phony
So before you tell me ‘bout your God’s love
I need you to show me

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[Chorus] (x2)

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