IPΛT - Trance [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

VERSE 1
It's been wala magic
But I'mma spoil the trance
Expose all the secrets
And point out the sleight of hand
Thug all you want
And sell all the 'yay
You gon' still go to prison
When the magistrate say
And when his son murders
He still get(s) away
Like when you kill a black kid
In a hoodie thats grey
Call 'at strike Tre'
Ya luck just ran out
But the fortune of the Man just swelled
W.A.S.P. account (C.C.A. nigga)
I be's in the trap
Nah, didn't take that route
Cause I knew it was a trap
Honey really sauerkraut
Not into bear claws
I'd rather eat some bare broads
Something you don't find
When you behind bare bars
Niggas so hard
Don't even need a bitch
And bitches so hard
Don't even need a dick
That's called "flip the script"
And also "bait & switch"
But who am I to Judge
Cause I ain't Christopher, Ya dig (iPΛT)

HOOK
You've been
Under a spell
It's time to see past the veil
Of numbers and letters on the keys
The door stands
Open and waiting take the leap
Faith comes by what you hear not what you see
I'm tryna lead my people out of Egypt
Take 'em into Kemet
Don't worry about it
My conscious niggas get it

VERSE 2
So what's really good
When you a young, black girl
And you flippin' and breakin' records
All across the world
But the only thing we see is if you
Rockin pretty curls
So superficial
Niggas make me want to hurl
Still waiting on Superman
To save us from ourselves
Instead 'a lookin' inside
For that inner Kal-El
Do a movie for the new juvies
And make it sell and
Have every generation
Revive the fairy tale
Well, what are our heroes (hmm)
A drunk
Who chases white girls and
Spawn, the devil's son
For a good black superhero
Can't find the funds
Plus, a movie like that won't sell
Nobody'd come
They(re) cummin' from the mind fuck
That's being done
Told ya I would ruin ya trance
3-2-1, snap

HOOK

VERSE 3
Listen up
Ya know the music that they
Used to call "trance"
You'd only find it in the clubs
Where the white people danced
Now it's everywhere
Every station, every ear
Every artist do a song with it on the track, yea
They call it "Europop"
Well, I'd say
The bubble bursts in Greece
The Euro nose dives, eh?
Gotta pump funds in Euro e-con-o-may
So we'll get everybody
To buy into Euro ways
Import culture into United States
Via British Columbia
Thanks a lot, Drake
Degrassi, Stargate
Even Justin Bieber
U.S., you just
Sick with the fever
Jungle bunny diva
Ditched for June Cleaver
She mad, pack her bag & say
"Nigga, I'mma leave ya
Sleep with Billy Bob
Yeah nigga, that'll teach ya
Maybe next time
You'll give a damn about my beaver!"

HOOK

VERSE 4
Look, Bob Johnson ain't sell dope
So, is that the only way up out the hood? Nope
Plus, they(re) dough don't even come close
So why risk ya freedom on the mirrors and the smoke, huh?
For those that did it
Much respect
It's good you made your dough
But don't mislead the next one
Chasing bread crumbs, Hansel Gretal
Straight to the big house
The witch's kettle
She brewing human stew out of your fellows
So, her crib stay sweet just like a marshmallow
She(s) real ginger cuz her house is full 'a bread
And niggas keep lining up
That's why the bitch stay fed and
She gobble(s) 'em all up
Her mouth is dripping down red
Her decadence is sickening
She stunt enough to break a leg
She(s) really ugly
But she get inside your head
And make you think she's really pretty
So you wanna get in bed with her
She wants that big, black steed
Cuz it got the seed that she needs
To birth a bigger, badder breed

HOOK

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