Kwes Da Natty Jedi - R*O*T*I [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Those water wings will not help you son
Kick your feet boy fluid run
Stupid pun seeing how you weigh a ton
Silly dunce shut up you should be shunned
You look stunned thought I would not poke fun
Ask your mum if she wants another son
Said her head's spun well shorty I've just begun
Load my gun, she's got 'til the count of one
High mind trip, no slow down bitch no I don't slip
Lied like shit, I might slip but I won't hit
Falling and falling until I break though
The heart of the people that I wanna move
Forward in time so they aren't skewed or lost
Food for thought, that's why I munch on cashews my dog
Cue the god a heavy loss
Ape shit I go when I push to the limit
Broken necks due to banana peel slipping
Shit gets real in this game of quidditch
Get your ass beat in a quick minute
Death is easy I'm against killin'
And those bars I will not fill in
These lines I swear I'll kill 'em
No time to chase these women
Should be chasing dinner it figures
That yall don't wanna make millions
I grind harder than those who push harder than most
To help us out of the holes
Not for the cause I suppose you can't stand then cold
I feel the shaking of your bones
Coldest story ever told
Ain't gonna be pinnochio
Whippin steelos at a week old
Tryna reach the negros

[Chorus]

Gotta shit gold before you touch me homie
Heart made of steel, can't crush me homie
Saw me around, think you fucking know me
Share my pain or you can fucking blow me
Gotta shit gold before you touch me homie
Heart made of steel, can't crush me homie
Saw me around, think you fucking know me
Share my pain or you can fucking blow me
Feel the chill in your body as you witness
The return of the illest, bitch
The return of the illest, bitch
The return of the illest, bitch
Feel the chill in your body as you witness
The return of the illest, bitch
The return of the illest, bitch
The return of the illest, bitch
Bitch, bitch

[Verse 2]

All this time you've been roaming through the mind of a whack job
Knock your goddamn socks off with the shit banging out my laptop
Rack 'em up, rack 'em up who's next
Bow down to a jedi god in the flesh
As of lately I've been gone off stress
But it'll make me the best in the end
Down for the struggle, down for the hate
Fuck you muggles, I know my fate
Aiming for peace, get the steak from my plate
Suit with the tie, I've been on it y'all late
Got a few plays but y'all slept on snakeway
Never again will I make that mistake
Promise to Jah the next joint will be great
Fuck with this beat heavy, shout out to Suede
Niggas keep chasing these dimes, rather than caking from rhymes
I'd rather be staking my time on lacing my veins with more life
Blessed with a capable mind of hovering over these skies
Low key I'm pressed for the shine, trying to create a new light
See the shit I express to you niggas
Ain't even the best from me nigga
So brace yourself cause I'm raising hell
Better talk with your chest little young beginner
False words from prophetic sinners
Speak from the place that settles dinner
Never do shit, say you always finna
Say you wanna grub, well bitch stir quicker

[Chorus]