Lawrence Mulrooney - Wheat Straw Rap [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I dumb it down for the crowds tend to gawk
Like a hawk, pick a pigeon never fought
Never taught, before the days of thought
Ideas are being bought at the cost of your attention
Free intervention
Verbal ventilation
If dreams are for the chasing I'm lacing up my Nikes
In a life with, many vices
Many mic devices, fighting for the nicest
With an appetite for bison
Ham is for the mices, my sights have been heightened
Enlightening, I'm heaven sent
Where the fuck Little Nicky at?
Must have left him in the back, yea we classy cats

Where my ashes at, oh I never sparked em yet
Must have left em in the back
Where my ashes at, oh I never sparked em yet
Must have left em in the back where Little Nicky at

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My heart stash like dope cash I'm part brash
Masses fast to gassed to react blast
That's class, posted in the back, sitting above the trap
Simple like elementary math
Perfect chemistry born in that lab
Type of lad who parts the seas with Moses in his path
Kamikazes see class right before they crash
Into trees that he's lighting, forest fire frightening
It brightens what is seen
Rock a pair of goggles, James Worthy
I'm so sick my disease not worthy mentioning
I call it art on my mark finish missing like a fucking Noah Ark
Never had a car of Tony Stark, I'm an Ironman used my legs from the start
With a smile mighty large
Toking on bud color hair do on Marge
I got a scenic view of this World of ours, from Mars, go Bizarre
No D-12, DSV we breakig all ya shelves
Like Home Alone but we is home, got the chrome at home
One hit'll split ya muthafuckin dome