Alex Parker - May 21st [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I'm
Keeping active to keep from being eaten alive
Voracity of emotion will be my suicide
After all, what is a feeling but our own construct?
We built self-destruction in our heads
Now the switch is stuck
But my moves? Switched 'em up
Ever nimble and artful
The dodger I've given way to being is lean to the wind
Like the, knife through the water
I'm offered little resistance
Demise is ever persistent
But I am ever against it
This is movement
No slip, no stumble
Just dip tumble and parkour
Of my path I'm the auteur
And death is a plaigiarist
Copy my moves, mimic the trail
You'll never catch me alive
Or catch me in hell
...fucker
Only heat is an ange'd flame tongue
Purple flame sword swung
On some scott pilgrim shit
This grudge-filled grunge look's
Just the suit of my pursuer
Slows 'em down, backs the sewer
Danger of thought
See, death is dark
But also heavy
See his movements are steady
But if I can keep the weight off
I will forever skate off
Perpetual motion's my immortality
And stagnance, in short
Is just a bad bad man
Oh muhammad
Oh am I haunted
Oh what I wanted
In no way resembles this
No way am in any sense am I settling
Consistent ever-bettering
I know what the future better bring
Hella feta, cheddar, green
To bless ma dukes and siblings
So damn if it was all a dream
I'm hawkin after the real thing
Fuck an obstacle
I'll topple you
Always come out on top of you
Lay these niggas out just like Big Poppa'd do
Then it's Pappadeaux's with model hoes
Who love the flow and love the vibe
And how my charm is so
Powerfully undeniable
That's Normal though
My ordinary is lovely
My extra is so above thee
My swag is David Duchovny
My flow get dark but it's lovely
That last bar was disgusting
I'm sorry
I had to address it immediately
Parker, I'm releasing the beast
Freak, and I'm raising the flag
Stuntin on all of you slags
Don't fuck with my network, you lag
Word to Mike muhfucka I'm bad
Better than you, anything I can, do you, than
Dead-ass
So if you don't know, now you know
NIGGA

(Kill 'em with finesse, nigga...)

[Pre-Verse]
Smooth
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Or Mister Parker

[Verse 2]
Like...
Mister Parker back, bangin' 'em down
Hammer of Thor
God particles on my hand from shaking His hand
Gave Christ the Jazz handshake
Straight Fresh Prince
And the hole in his hand was aerodynamic
Maybe I was just high
Pardon my aromatics
I'm peppering up the flow
No jamming my automatic
No jamming my radio up
No static upon my bandwidth
It's Parker and I'mma dig in ya ear
'Til you can't stand it
(SIT DOWN!)
I'm the dopest nigga
(AROUND!)
I ain't Bey but
(BOW DOWN!)
You pussy niggas
(SOME CLOWNS!)
But I ain't scared of y'all
My niggas always wanna compare me to y'all
But I can never think of shit at all
So what's that tell ya?
The underdog kickin' ass
You a failure
Air around you is stale
Cuz you stagnant
May be a Nobody
But we do genius outta habit
Got what you want but cannot have
And you can't stand it
That Frank White magic
Problem? Nigga get at me
PARKER

Happy May 21st to you and yours...