Hellfyre Club - Manchester [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook 1: Milo] x2
I don't give a fuck about you or your rapper friends
I know I wasn't asking them to lend an ear the end is near

[Verse 1: Milo]
I have been a scuba diver
Trystero, muted horn
Rusty tuba supplier
Nubile, Nubian
A continental true MacGyver
Loose screw night driver
I've been reading classified sections of the newspaper
I'm burdened by a new labour
Spoke in a hush, a hurried Marxist soothsayer
Who's fumbling with the multi-digit password
I still call my dad 'Sir'
I made a shrine out of bamboo plants
A damn fool at first glance
Will spam you at first chance
I'm wondering who will be the bigger man
Staring at my proud nigger hands I remember
We were eating daffodils
And it seized my gut like laughter pills
The time between before and after kills

[Hook 2: Busdriver]
I know, I know you want to tell me about your crew
And all the things you do, none of which I think are true
I know, I know you want to tell me all about you
But all I really wanna say is

[Hook 1] x2

[Verse 2: Nocando]
I've had one hell of a life
I got two sides to the brain
I got three beautiful baby girls
And I've had four minutes of fame
If I had five mics in The Source way back in 1998
I'd trade them to get my wife the divorce that she always wanted
Yea, that'd be great
Quick question - can you get day old angel tears to come in a six pack?
Cause it's heaven, while I'm inquisitive ask, where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Ay yo, seven shots of jamo can fit in this glass but I'm bigger than that
I pour some for my dad and his ignorant ass
And make it six and a half with all the cigarette ash
It's like, 8 mm just hanging from the filter
I envy that square because a filter is what I'd kill for
See this nigga pulled a nine on me
That was my tenth hater
I had eleven minutes of fame that I was planning to spend later
In 2012 I was a rap - rapper, rapper for rappers
2013 I'm a man that stands before you battered, tattered and fractured
No cast, like some half-ass absent band of actors
No class, like a dropout
No brass, that's a cop-out
Yea I'm colder than a whore's heart in a brothel in downtown Moscow
You see, life's a bitch and clichés are comforting like your mom's house
So, fuck the world with a lambskin condom on
I don't relate to rappers with they has-been problems dog
I'm a nigga from the future with a warped sense of reality
The fuck I used to give suffers from dwarfism, babality
Maybe it's me, maybe it's your banality
I don't really know, so why try to explain?

[Hook 2]
[Hook 1] x2