Atmosphere - 52 Pick Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Kissing noises)
(Come here, come here, come here, right now, come here)

[Verse]
Come here little rabbit, I'm going to give you a treat, take a seat
I'd like to tell you a little story, about a boy; he couldn't make ends meet
Not only that but he couldn't make sense out of the daily walk
Or the way we talk
Or how much though can be put into the price of advertising
I was watching him when he stepped forward to speak
Under the impression that he was just another local freak
Never would have guessed that he was capable of taking out a cluster of droids
Just to make noise
What some will do for attention
Sometimes it's too honorable to mention
And what we're dealing with here is a systems malfunction
Catching visions after the treasure was sunken
Not to be mistaken for a role-model husband
Because I'm only interested in fucking
Just my luck I'm a narcoleptic nympho
Petal to the metal with my dick hanging out the window
Anyway the wind blow
It come ten fold
Must be the season of the info!
And sometimes I talk to the trees
I'm a dope fucking rapper, and I'm not trying to be abstract
I'm saying that
Hip-Hop is larger than the politics, the karma
And accessories you carry in your back pack
Oh, and by the way
Big thanks for all of the support
I'm amazed you all want to hear what comes out of my mouth
And I still keep my finger nails short
So I don't tear your girlfriends from the insides out
Now do you get it yet?
Well you will
Just hold still
And god bless the road kill
With an empty can of oatmeal
In case you're unaware, it's been a long time coming
A lot of mind numbing
Trying to climb something
I used to walk into this room unnoticed (yup)
And as buzzed as I was, you all was lost in my focus
And if I could keep from my knee to hurl
I would leap into your world
And feed my seed to your girl
Just to prove you've no clue as to what your boo likes
But you got a good start, if you spell my fucking name right
So show the tag on your shirt that says bitch made (come on)
While I push the mental switch blade
Deep into your rip cage
Kill the stage
Sweat death
Have a drink
And piss ink
Fill the page and spit life, just to make these kids think
See I came tonight to play the role of Pipe Piper
But first I want to know who stole my lighter?
And while were at it, someone asked, "Who stole the soul?"
I can smell food, but who's holding the bowl?
Let's take a little stroll through your tape collection
And check the UPCs to see who raped the essence
Yes it hurts
Because it's a business first
And it gets worst
When you jerks
Let it get into your verse
And I still can't seem to adapt
But I'm a dope fucking rapper
And I'm not even trying to be abstract

[Hook]
And If I could fly, I'd lift you up
And take you into the sky, and she you Slug
And If I could fly, I'd lift you up
And take you into the air, and she you Slug
And If I could fly, I'd lift you up
And take you into the sky, and she you Slug
And If I could fly, I'd lift you up
And take you into the air, and she you Slug
And If I could fly, I'd lift you up
(And never seen)
And take you into the sky, and she you Slug
(Never, ever)
And If I could fly, I'd lift you up
(Never seen)
And take you into the air, and she you Slug
(Never, ever)
And If I could fly, I'd lift you up
(Never seen)
And take you into the sky, and she you Slug
(Never, ever)
And If I could fly, I'd lift you up
(Never seen)
And take you into the air, and she you Slug
(Never, ever)
Like you've never seen... never ever... never... never
(Pick it up, pit up)

[Outro]
Yo! I want to say peace to Christina Ricci
Sorry MURS I'm going to get that first