Herbal T - Run Out The Clock [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Announcer]
Here's the play
One
Good
And it counts!
Oh my heavens!
The most unlikely guy in all of basketball to shoot that shot
Fires it as the clock expires

[Hook]
It's like this y'all
It's like that y'all
It's like this y'all
It's like that y'all
It's the Eugenic and Herbs
Crews mimic the words
Doing it superbly
Herbal T up first like

[Verse 1: Herbal T]
Set it off like a stick of dynamite
Herbs with the rhyme is like virgin vagina tight
Stay high like a New Jersey to China flight
Y'all not worthy you're kinda like
Wayne and Garth, on the floor bowing down to me
And the E-U-G-E-N-I-C
Fuck what y'all thought
Coming with the onslaught man
Make 'em say damn like Jean-Claude Van
Y'all at best average and small like Mini Coopers
We like Fred Savage and Paul and Winnie Cooper, old school
No rules keeping slow fools guessing
Lay it all down in old school session
I'm a grown fool blessing the mic like a shaman
Them sound the same like a homonym
Combine the pen to paper and the drums to bass
Herbal T all up in your face
We do it something like

[Bridge]
Yeah, and you don't stop
Eugenic, Herbal T and we known to rock
And we already won before the game's over
All we gotta do is run out the clock
It goes yeah, and you don't stop
Eugenic, Herbal T and we known to rock
And we already won before the game's over
All we gotta do is run out the clock

[Hook]
It's like this y'all
It's like that y'all
It's like this y'all
It's like that y'all
It's Herbs and Eugenic
Words your crew mimic
Herbal T set it off
Eugenic you finish like

[Verse 2: Eugenic]
It's the Eugenic and yes
Shit's beyond fresh
With two minutes or less?
End of contest
Mr. Herbal T bring the rhythm
When the beats talk back then you know I gotta hit 'em with the one, two, three son
U-G is, better than ever so better ask who he is
The fucking truth, can't be denied
And opening closed gates without looking inside
Brushing rookies aside like some vegetables
We professionals
Staying raw got you cooking inside man
These rappers have been done, inedible
Me and Herbal T we big guns, incredible
We laying out emcees like buds of blue spinach
Keeping it schmoove like Fu-Schnickens
So what's up doc?
You indebted till the clock strike zero
No need to ask
And we rock mics

[Bridge]

[Hook]
It's like this y'all
It's like that y'all
It's like this y'all
It's like that y'all
And we appreciate y'all giving us the chance
And now we gonna do that dance
So bring it in like

[Various Audio Snippets]
Let's talk about something more interesting
You ever think about that?
Fucking assholes that run the goddamn bank
These fucking cunts that you're stealing from
And there's nobody here, nobody's gonna help you
All I'm saying to you is
We cannot afford more debt than we can ever pay back
The people who ran these companies are the greediest group of fuckers ever
Get your shit together
How many things can you buy?
How much shit do you need?
Fuck I gotta pay my bills for, if you don't pay THE bills?

It's a number on a piece of paper, you take it to the bank, and then they stick that number in your ATM, then occasionally you go the ATM and they give you a piece of paper that is only worth something because everybody says it's worth something but you really have nothing of value. What you have is a piece of paper that's uh, part of the lie. You don't get anything of fucking value. The only thing that has value is the lie

[Verse 3: Herbal T]
One thing motivating me now
My family and they the reason why nobody's taking me down
To the system and to every corporation we bound
Pay the bill or they be calling up and shaking me down
Shaking us up
In the name of making a buck
Got the repo taking your truck
And there could be no faking the funk
They on the d-low breaking your luck like a casino
Raking a fuckin' big stack of chips off the craps table with the weighted dice
When they see the cheese on the baited mice
Pay the price
And they pull the bottom line
For the dollar sign
Sign your name on the dotted line and it's Columbine
Shoot 'em up fish in a barrel
Another trench coat mafia with different apparel
It's such a fucked up world got you wishing you're sterile
Don't wanna break in it but you gotta forget it
And pretend it's all good and just live