Kourt Jester - Eyez Low (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Kourt Jester (with background ad-libs; over original intro)]

Lockport stand up! (pOp!)
All my KCL killaz stand up! (7-1-Triple 6 in the buildin'!)
Kourt Jester, Nemesis Poe
Let's do this shit!

[Chorus x2: Kourt Jester]
Choose a paper flavor
(Mu'fucka my eyes low!)
We higher than elevators
(Mu'fucka my eyes low!)
Can't see none of my haters
(Mu'fucka my eyes low!)
Red as Cyclops lasers
(Don't act like you ain't know!)


[Verse 1: Kourt Jester]
Breaking down the green leaf, but you already know how that all shit go
Can't see no competitors except myself, I'm like a fuckin' schitzo
I get so, high off a the planet I'm planted light-years in the stratosphere
So slanted on my axis Poe said ("Yo, how the fuck you standin' here?")
Back in that ass like a splashback, I'm so live that I need a laughtrack
Out for blood like Tampax, so bitch ass emcees stand back
Kourt Jester and Poe The Nemesis, we sendin' sentiments, and not payin' the damages
I'm passin' out bandages to all of these savages cause my weed is as killer as the cancer is
The banter is as magnanimous like the sayings of Jesus of Nazareth
Established in, the Vatican, as the infamous conjurer of Castastorus
No colons, commas or no asterisks, the fact here is, I'm plastered bitch
My concen-tr-tration is compli-ci-cated
St-st-tutterin' now, think my vision is fadin'
Made so many drinks I'm not sure what I'm sippin'
But I got the bottle poppin' and the bong is still hittin'
The jar is wide open and the top is still missin'
And I got bacon cookin' like there's cops in the kitchen
In case you have missed it, my name is KJ and that boy right there is Nemesis Poe
My mind is demented, my jacket's weed scented, and mu'fucka my (EYES LOW!)


[Chorus x2]


[Verse 2: Nemesis Poe]
My haters love me now...
(Nemesis Poe!)
Ain't had to switch on the style
Killa that shit be wild!
For the details, I be getting some of you dudes confused with the females
Might as well press Lee nails
Get mean heels, act cold when no doughs for the retail
Got your head spinning like Spreewells
Cause I B-Real like the dude from C. Hill
See? Chill, my goons in the street kill
Pop shots 'till you get fill of them sleep pills
Runnin' to death and have plenty 'em left
Anybody in need of a refill!?
Man a killer just trying to breathe Phills
Plenty of loud piff, talkin' a whole wheat field
Thirst for the dream, an unquenchable team
That's how everybody fucking with me feels
Know me and my peeps build
(P.O.P.!)
And that's just how my side rolls
Don't get your eye swole
Better lie low cause I know, multiply dough
"Two for the five bro!"
Shit is pyro, spitters die slow
If they known to fuck with the 5.0. I go pop! Done, with a hot shotgun
Bitch this ain't no spiral! Ain't never gonna spy Poe
Me and KJ stay with the eyes low
Be the same thing blazin' a live show
But I maintain, stay where they find dough
Need an AK? Spray where there guys go
Never placate lames, kid I'm primal
And I will ROCK the FUCK outta this RAP shit
That's all that I know!

(Chorus x2)