Broken Pixels - Call of Juarez: The Cartel Review [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook - Speaker Creature]
(No more time for sleeping)
In the game of high stakes, I do whatever takes
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes
Even when the day breaks, they do whatever it takes
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes
(I go hard 'til I'm beaten)
Ain't no room for mistakes, but do whatever it takes
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes
Keep my mind on the chase and do whatever it takes
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes

[Verse 1]
[Speaker Creature]
(Dead or breathing, I'll bring you down)

[Jerome Chance]
Blame it on the game say it makes you look filthy
Trying to throw salt cause your government's guilty

[Speaker Creature]
(Said I will hunt you down)

[Jerome Chance]
A game ain't gonna turn away no Mexico tourists
Wrong target in sight like Plaxico Buress

Think you go hard? My crew goes the hardest
Down to Mexico to heed the Call of Juarez
The cartel is flexing so its war on Mendoza
Wrecking on Feds like they think we're supposed to

Back the fuck up sucker, you get lost
What, you think I'm running bitch? U bi soft
It's the new Wild West, you can put that shit to rest
New Sheriff in town, punk do your best

Fuck a trial and a jury cause i am the law
That's three strikes already, I've been keeping score
The hammer, your chest and then to the floor
I ain't gonna stop 'til you enter the morgue

Long arm of the law, but even I'm sneaking
Trust me with their lives, don't even try peeking
Got their own agendas, but if they sly creeping
Its them or me, get left to die leaking

Do what it takes, make no mistakes, got AK bullets scattering
Just let me concentrate, I’ll perforate your whole anatomy

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
[Speaker Creature]
(Dead or breathing, I'll bring you down)

[Jerome Chance]
Has a good story, but bad vocal accents
Techland's rendition of Mexicans and blacks, hmm?

[Speaker Creature]
(Said I will hunt you down)

[Jerome Chance]
Closed caption off too short or too long
If you read what you say, how you get that shit wrong?

Partners online, drop in on the fly
Drones or desperados tagging up with gang signs
Go ahead and take cover, ain't no cover system
Shot calling for your ass, so you better be listening

Agent of justice, but I feel like I'm in jail
For armed train robbery, I'm a shooter on rails
And then I'll run for cover while they laying cover fire
But all they do is hover while I help them to retire

Team entry slow mo, kick in the door
Then wave the four four bullet to the chest
Missing is a no-no cause you know the rest
Take it like a man, don’t need no fucking vest

Bare knuckle, mother fucker, we can go hand-to-hand
If you got the heater, you should pull it on demand
I ain't Cole Phelps, so I cram to understand
How you avoiding stray bullets get your head out the sand

Ain't meant to be a driver, I get behind the wheel
And like Maria Shriver, I get the raw deal
It's horses and revolvers, I'm a Wild West fan
This new school shit like tumbleweed in the sand

[Hook]