Eyedea - My Day At The Brain Factory [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[KRS-One]
Coming to the stage... Eyedea! Champion Eyedea!

[Eyedea]
Yeah!
Right now you coolin' in the place to be with ME, the E-Y-E
Just wanna give a crazy shout-out to all the original Headshots
Shout to Paul Minneapolis. Rest in peace to my man Sess
And uh, this just, you know, a little something I wrote... just a little something for fun. Check it out

I rhyme for the fuck of it what else would I do
I rhyme for the love of the excitement and juice
I rhyme for a lot of reasons but one reason that I rhyme
Is to remind you that I'm way better than you

I walk into the show, you know I'm the one
Challenge me if losing your life
Is your idea of fun
But think about it kid
You see me getting tooken
By some over-confident young buck
Just turned twenty-one
Dumb dummy done drunk
On the spiked punch
Mike ain't no punk
I will never be nobody's lunch

Step aside
You would never hit a fly
Check that pride
'fore I wreck your vibe
May I suggest a side
Of Prozac
With your Cognac?
Even though
I know
You know
My flow
Equals your genocide

Betcha I getcha high
Identity amphetamine
Barbiturate adrenaline
Hallucinogenic opiate overdose
But i won't let you die
I'ma hold you close til you recognize
Petrified shocked
When i rock
All you wretched guys

Better get your gynecologist to polish up your pussy right
Cause I'mma stretch it wide open with this old crooked mic
You don't sound alike or look alike
If i'ma let you shook up my fan[?]
I ain't even guessing why

In my book a tight MC has many qualities
But you don't qualify
So I owe you no apology for calling out the fact
That you couldn't write this tight if God was your editor

Squashing
Competitors
Shot call my rhetoric
Clocked til i fill up the block
Off the exit
To rock every sentence to mock
All the headers that invented to attended
When I'm stepping off the stage
And instead of stepping up
They come an ask me for an autograph
And all that rapping in my face
They're just a fan
I'm thinking
Great
Wait
I get the props
When I tend to drop
I'm the center block
On the
Hip hop fiends

[Outro]
Listen, okay so a sadist comes up to me and says
"your fucking record sucks, it's a piece of shit!"
(laughter and applause)