Buddha Monk - Brooklyn Chronicles [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Casine Kelly (Shake-A-Vel)]
Yeah, Brooklyn Chronicles
Buddha Monk is that nigga, for real (five families)
O.P.N. (exclusive) O Press Nation (Shake-A-Vel)
O Press was the nation, On Point is the nigga
This shit is so serious right now, BK uncensored...
One time, yeah...

[Hook 4X: Shake-A-Vel]
It's my world, my life, my hood, my niggas
My dough, my flow, my dro

[Shake-A-Vel]
Like a fifth, leave 'em lying on a park bench, leaking
Told ya'll it's our season
Find you bleeding heavily, til you stop breathing
On the come through, recognize what the guns do
Catch you in the projects, duke, flipping on the humble
Send hits, all my dogs, stack chips
Get lifted off weed, before I bang out
Amateur niggas can never hang out, when I pull a thang out
How dare these little bastards
Spit acid on wax til it becomes classic
My Zu Clan is like a mafia, use spatulas
Chop 'em off, shit on top of ya

[Chorus 2X: Shake-A-Vel]
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, is where I'm from
Fear no one, since a youth, bust my gun
Gats clap, rapidly, you know how us bastards be
Red hot, seven nine, chasing after me

[Casine Kelly]
It's Brooklyn all day, the livest borough, we thorough
And they rock, corrupt the streets, drugs all pile up to murder
The boy mouth talk greasy like motor oil, twist a JR
Shake, red hot niggas, it's hard boiled
O Press, by the streets combat, I'm reppin' to eat
By any means, when we roll, cold killas, you coward
Just lose focus, bang heat focus
Enemies left in the powers of beholders
Just cut open, nigga, ya life ghosted
Got spotted by hitmen from Nostrand
Slam the scope, it's murder, muthafucka, choke
Fuck this rapping shit, I'm turning out the bit
Hagada, hagada, hagada, wrap my guns with it

[Chorus 2X]

[Shake-A-Vel]
Shake-A-Vel, the name is monumental on Brooklyn streets
Who known to let the llama spit, they strapped with heat
Like me and my conglomerate, you counterfeit
When the drama's lit, I put the mack to your mama shit
I come with the man power, wet your block up, we given 'em lead showers
Still fronting, rocking a vest, when I'm head hunting
Won't stop dumping, til ya casket closed
Bastards froze, mercenary snatch your soul
My strikes so vital, it twisted your whole hood
I'm taking the title, cats wishing that they could
Be legendary, respected by cold killas and crooks, when
Walking the mean streets of Brooklyn

[Chorus 2X]