J.Good - Chomsky's Lecture [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: J.Good]
We never take no shit, but when the battle commence I swing the hardest
South Sac Martyr respect to the forefathers
No problem to start it I'm a man before an artist
Ending it while you're talking, my actions will do the walking
Ducking, dodging the charges slaughter whatever problem
Torture mothers and daughters, tell me I'm out of line, I'm out of order
But I sorta agree it's the paranoia
My aura is often horror from smoking on fields of flora
Avoiding felonies, therapy's what they're telling me
Hella lean, been through hell and seen everything that I'd never be
A living legacy light up eras like kerosine
Anti Ameriking
See it seems as if the seams in my pair if jeans, couldn't fit you
You weak, couldn't stand the heat of what I been through
The meek never get the meat, it's essential
We eat or we grab the heat, and offend you motherfucker