Big Baby Gandhi - Free Yourself from Illusions [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Big Baby
Gandhi
Big fucking baby, huh?
Free yourself from illusions
(That Lucy in the sky)
Free yourself from illusions
(Shrooms are cool)
Free yourself from illusions
(Acid in my eyelid)

Gandhi, yeah I’m back in the game on some crack and cocaine
On some rapping insane, also macking your dame
Y’all so wack, I’m ashamed
Why you look at me like I’m hijacking the plane, huh?
This style is that Iraq and Iran, they wanna smack up your man
After they jack up his land, government tag
Nafis Bin Islam, it still mean I been on these streets for this long
See y’all look, I do what I gotta do, I do what a shotta do
Y’all dudes do what Posada do, catching
I do what tostadas do, yeah dipped in the illest fashion
Who got the scholarship to all the fucking colleges?
Walking from Metropolitan to Hollis, kid
Young cosmopolitan hollering for you to swallow him
You following? Why they try and cut the baby like Solomon
Nonviolent and I protect myself
Y’all better check yourself before I wreck your health
I ain’t hard it’s just the life that I live
I want a wife and a kid, fuck a knife and a shiv
Buy a big house and just smile at my son
Reminisce on what my child has become
White picket fence in the hood, it’s quite different
Got tight living in state of poverty
Middle class rappers acting hard is all hypocrisy
Possibly they glorify because they never starved like me
Yes, what you think I’m fucking doing?
I’m making this movement move faster with this music
Damn right, the baby kind of nice, fly
Grew up in the streets with the knife, I had to slice guys
See me, I’m that rapper/producer
I’m also a loser who choose to abuse the booze up
See me in the streets I’m something like a spectacle
Why they so skeptical? His flow so respectable
Damn why they think his rap is a joke?
It’s cause I’m wack and I’m broke and I’m smacked up on coke
The brown immigrant, he sound ignorant
He found sniffing it, downing Crown chicken wings
And the biscuit's on my side like I’m cole slaw
That’s a lie, only knives cause I’m so poor
Cause I’m so raw, y’all know who it is
The stupidest Buddhist zooted on pharmaceutics, kid
Pharmaceutics, kid, I bring the motherfucking ruckus
In the game yelling at the players, Dick Butkus
You know I’m the realest, the reala
I chill with the chilliest of chillas
Y’all ain’t really gorillas
Yo, for real, who really really the realiest?
The realest lyricist with the illest lyrics, kid
Who really really the realiest?
The realest lyricist with the illest and realest lyrics, kid

Gandhi
Big fucking baby
See me in the streets, don’t talk to me, alright?
I don’t give a fuck, swag on five million
Y’all dudes need to hop off my dick
It’s Big Baby Gandhi, Free Yourself from Illusions, alright?
Don’t listen to society, they all telling lies
Libraries is where the lies are buried, you feel me?
Do drugs