Kinetics - High Noon (Official) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

High Noon

Yeah
To all the hungry ones
What, 1, 2
Kinetics in ya headphones
Yeah, listen, black out, listen close
Ayo check me out a moment, man

A deserted town, with empty streets and a dirty ground
The type of place you would stumble upon and turn around
At 12 noon, the sun is above, burnin' down
An opportunity to show 'em that I'm worthy now
Even though they tell me that I'll never make it
Something deep inside of me is sayin' they're mistaken
They usually boo, with an intuitive view
So I guess I have myself a lot of provin' to do
And who woulda knew that under the skin is a hidden treasure?
I spit a measure cleverly to make the rhythm fresher
So if you never heard of Kinetics I recommend
You play my record again, the second my record ends
Or better yet repetitively pressin' rewind
Consecutively, the second it ends for the second time
And you better recognize I'm killin' the track clean
Cause I'm ill even after the pill and the vaccine
And so I left home, never to fall back
With a stick over my shoulder attached to a small sac
Travelin' a rocky road that took an entire year
An inspired pioneer with an iron desire clear
Crossin' the frontier, while occasionally frightened
Conversin' with the sun but I find it kind of enlightenin'
Scopin' out the killers in the middle of the wilderness
I rode into a village inhabited by the villainous
Then I started pillagin' by the gorge and the cavern
And the minute that I walk through the swingin' doors of the tavern
I'ma slaughter a clause and give it audio gauze
Breakin' audible laws so the audience oughta applause
So go and hit the saloon and look at the time, dude
It's high noon, so that means you're gonna die soon
Fast, get a last glass, swallow it, and get a bottle
I'm a desperado leavin' you hollow in El Dorado

[Hook]:
It's been years on this road, here on this road
But I steer through the blood, sweat and tears on this road
I can hear it in my soul so I stay dedicated
Even though they tell me that I'm never gonna make it
So here on this road, if you fear on this road
Persevere through the blood, sweat and tears on this road
If you hear it in your soul, then stay dedicated
Even though they tell you that you're never gonna make it

Ayo! Once upon a time in the West
There was a very brave renegade who never gave rhymin' a rest
And nobody knows how he came to the showdown
But after the first round, they gave him the flow crown
He rode through the whole town, hopped off of the saddle
With a sound that rattled all the rattlesnake and the cattle
And some mistakenly cackle, but he's takin' the battle
Makin' 'em baffled and laughin' while they playfully babble
(Yeah) Increasin' the murder rate
And reverberating his verbal array through ya vertebrae
Impersonatin' a murderer leavin' you perforated
You heard what I stated, or should I burp and regurgitate it?
The hate of you perpetrators is purposely unrelated
My mother was uncolored, no wonder I'm underrated
But I'm proud, dog, and ready to sprout tall
I'm an outlaw, I'mma do better without y'all

[Hook]

Ayo I bring a certain presence to verbally murder peasants
And I got the urge like a commercial for Herbal Essence
A burnin' desire that would probably require
Every fireman speakin' English to extinguish the fire
So comin' out with automatics and all of ya harder tactics
To me is pretty pointless, like a retarded cactus
I'm rugged, rough and raw, so when motherfuckers talk
Suckers fall like the deconstructed walls of the Dutchess Mall
And best believe, whenever the trouble calls
Like a backseat passenger, man I never buckle, dog
So chuckle all you want but if you try to double-cross
I'll have you with muffled coughs and critical muscle loss
And you definitely will be disadvantaged
And banished to Havana to vanish, hopefully you manage your Spanish
I been branded a bandit, abandoned and handed a cannon
I'm damagin' every ramblin' mannequin on the planet
So damn it, I won't surrender to the pain that I feel
Cause even though my heels wound, eventually wounds heal
And check it, on the real, I would bleed for this music
And I have the fuckin' scar on my left cheek to prove it

[Hook]

Written by J. "Kinetics" Dussolliet
Copyright © 2008