DJ JS-1 - Nowadays [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Evidence]
Yo, live from my laboratory
Lock my documents
Collab with JS-1, across the continent
Confidence, blow your shit to no tomorrow kid
We cold hearted, but instead of borrow, give
I used to live a little different from the rest
Like instead of guard your grill, better guard your chest
Knock outs, see blue, greens and reds
Internal bleeding like Sweden in hospital beds
Understand the fact, understand the difference
A lot of shit ain't hot, you might fit the description
Print this, back drop nucleus
Turns on apex, blowers with nitrous
Dilated squad super charge flows
This year fuck a jab, time to upper cut foes
Pick you mic up like the weapon you chose
And let off, till all competition is froze
Dilated

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"Now a days it's the ways of the underground" - Artifacts 'Come On Wit The Getdown'
"Bring it back that ole New York rap" - KRS-One 'Bring It Back'
"The underground"
"Ground Original" - Tonedeff
"New York City" - C-Rayz Walz

[Verse Two: C-Rayz Walz]
Your pessimistic flows have no chance of stopping this
Right before my Prime I guess I'm in my Optimus
The spiritual who conduct lyrical rituals are limited in numbers
Among physical individuals who slumber
Rehearse your nervous nurseries won't raise your dead poem
I represent the underground sound like Chud with headphones
Spit in your face, make my statements clear
My Chinese astrology leaves me stuck in the Basement Year
Extract the fear, get the facts clear, I swear
You pussies ain't been fresh since your last pap smear (yeah)
The Evidence is here to enhance your petty sight
JS (One!) still nice with his hands like Jerry Rice
I don't need to end the verse in punctuation just pump the bass in
And watch my posse jump in and punch your face in
I'm saying, I'll become another memory to y'all
A legend in the hood with my name on the walls because...

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[Verse Three: Pep Love]
You know your nigga Pep get Love
When I tunnel through the underground like Dig Dug
Making black noise
Mental food, crude black oil
For you over emotional cats that lack poise
Go through your b-boy convulsion as we keep coasting
Super duper fly on a natural high posting
We bout to bring that real rap thrill back
The zest and the zeal that you mass appeal cats can feel
Threaten when we get energetic and set it
And soothe you with this musical sedative
I breathe life into the beat and let it live
My raps are rhetoric when the shit get competitive
For the love of my peeps and dope beats
I'ma keep it copacetic for my folks in the streets
As the all eye seeing earthquakes the ground
JS be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed

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