Aesop Rock - Kill the Messenger [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Murs]
Hey stupid, you're listening to Bazooka tooth, dental cannons, molar pistols; shit like that
This is Murs, motherfucker, this is Aesop Rock, Ace Rizzle. Ya know what I'm saying? Check it out, like, Living Legends, Def Jux, if you don't know, now you're informed
Be better prepared for the next time this type of shit goes down. Cause when it's happening and you're unaware you look like a complete asshole
(Fastest motherfucker touching down on kick drums)?

[Hook: Aesop Rock]
Every leader dead and its making you upset
La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom
Set, set, set...
Every hero dead and its making you forget
Get, get, get
La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom

I'm in and out a pig channel serrated by hand feeders
Army of vicious kidney patrol yam peelers
They sleep in barns and whisper looney conspiracy secrets
Increasing payroll to end is blind, while a.w.o.l. went the leaders
The only mammal officially banned from food chain con
For finishing for over 25 consecutive years on top is aggravating
Alarmingly, the pulse don't bump right
And he's up nights
Bumping over crunk and bug bites
Who luck like this evening
Stay electric mud blood jockey in for the footing
My last supper starts with a vinaigrette over pickled muppet hearts while sheep tucked deep in the wood chipper
For the shepherd was a milk carton in scissors
Clammy hands make henna run on risky jenga tugs: they're all sweating, Hell I'm sweatin' too, just ain't nobody sweatin' you!
(Holmes!)
The muck went abacus on labor persperator official biz
When auditioning demos by which to live
No whammies, Stop
Triple six game never chose me
Trickery gets hokey
Pick up stix and ponies
You've got mail champ: blow me
Just a trooper with a question mark machine needy
Pointed at the heavens like bee gee on some "where the hells my freebie?"
To clamp war stupid
No land lords or super
No hands
Water no ice cubes Rubik, no plans
No motor movement no dance, no pyrotechnics to enhance
No chance
Too many grown men calling in sick over cramps
I weigh in heavy on the jaded bitter subtracting the frontal gimmick
I want to solve world hunger and fuck a pinup
I want to find a 21st century carbon crutch worthy of pedestal placement and shitty path walking to touch

(Fastest motherfucker touching down on kick drums)?

[Hook]

Ain't no time to sit and lift stones
So its left to the dogs to find their way home
And you grew up in a similar generation alone
With fist full of humanoid models along the road
With a blank in your ancient
Fuck if I can find a flesh and bone tour guide to etch me through the makeshift
Every little footprint’s faded and vacant in your ancient
Now ima step through this motherfucker impatient

For the first time in a long line of dog fights
Little Lassy will not be returning home tonight
They’re saying someone everclear spiked the punchbowl of Christ but all I saw was six pits rip her throat box out her life
Live lizard hung out a this ain’t Kansas cause
Where the lemmings run with scissors to the closest open jaws
Pause
Open the fucking door Hal, it’s your valid mistake
I will not bow to a god that I can’t look in the face
It go C-4 tongue and a janky ankle
He still escort an Eeyore to the seafloor, thank you
Please curb your Egor
Alto spas Alcatraz to the peace core
Anti bleep. Anti sheep
Sword anti sheathed for corroded shoulders to lean toward
Short ‘em, sort of report consecutive awkward moments like Gandhi and Hitler stuck in elevators broken
One could reach the ceiling panel boosted by the other, but suddenly suffocating doesn’t seem all that stubborn
Is you with it? It’s brick timb on eggshell percentages
Only mobile at but a trotter’s clip
No dial tone or walking stick. Fostered chickies peel back a placenta with broke posture for the daily dun da da’s done didn’t glow proper
From the promised land abortion of keepers and bleeding orphans
Where only the megas creep outside the box to seize the fortress
I and my crew seek an informal enforcement passage after receiving a timeline laced with tutor muter packages. Come on baby act with us. The other activists, refusing to pour dummy accusations to the aqueducts
These are the days when the flotsam and the jetsam part ways trying to convince the players to fuck the game
But we don’t want to trouble you
We take no for an answer
If and only if enhanced with "k” and “w”
We’re only warning kitten paws who want escorting through the jungle zoo
This little industry will buckle you