Sacsdeep & Sly Guy Melps - Sebring 2005 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Tommy Black]

[Intro]
Sly: Yo, is that the instrumental
Sac: Yeah man
Sly: Yo turn that shit up

[VERSE 1: SLY GUY MELPS]
I swear every time I open the door in the dark
I think my fathers waiting there like Noah in the Ark
But he’s been gone for seven years, there’s that number
And I ain’t shed seven tears and I bet you wonder
How a man can be one to pass the breath of life
Create a wonder so wonderful but grab ahold the knife 
Just to erase what it created, and I ain’t lyin just to get Zagat rated
Or faggot hated, without my father I’d be dead and alive
And I strive to be more than this burger flipper
Cuz when it comes to success I’m an award-winning actor
Actually, as a matter of fact, I know that I’m the factor
Like basic algebra
All the basic broads out their bra in hopes of getting aid like Africa
Or a man who holds on tight like calipers, but fuck it
I feel like an animal just doing what I do to survive
Got no money for gas so it’s safe to say I have no drive
Still have the license but not one to kill
I’ve got one to deal with the stresses of working hard and being nobody
Having nobody, no control of my body I’m just a pawn
So I sell these drugs in attempts to pay my bills and mow my lawn
Cuz this life is hard, like a fuckin callus
Cuz all my peers wish upon me nothing short of malice
And Alice in Wonderland told me land of the free wasn’t made for me
So I should take these drugs to change perception of what I see
Fuck
And I pretend to not but I really do give a fuck
In my pocket the key still on the look for the lock
And I’ll talk so much you’ll wanna stick a sock in my socket
But fuck it
Let's see what the day brings 

[VERSE 2: SACSDEEP]
My wallet missing the emissions, as if i popped the hood of a Fisker
Karma left it all returning to the sender
Pulled strings on my Russell, when Russell tossed the tape
Said it wasn't Def, so I bought a fucking leopard, clever? (if Meek said it)
Whatever, either way, feel like my souls in its second vessel
Must be the THC, I mean, Tryptamine, flowing through the vessels
The gods looking down tryna meddle
Would it be ironic to say iron, a godless icon, what I've come
Pistol to my temple, wouldn't shift the decimal, I don't know
Seems essential, to be thinking like an extra terrestrial, these days
Blessed since I jumped the first synapse, okay??
Naw, only needed 30k, on the odometer, to give you 60k on the barometer
I'd give it All to be a Star, (do you wear converse?) naw
Swerving till its Louis fabric on which I sit
Running from the son with Mary Magdalene
Born into the script, think my minds falling for it
Came from pinning Griffey posters, to hitting Cigarellos filled with dosha
The L, they thought XX, like Jamie down in (Georgia)
Fuck it man, honestly I'm kinda concerned
How I'm gon be heard, when Drake don't know that I rap
Still I save rhymes for a Yeezy kick and a clap
Shit man, what the fuck is this track

[OUTRO]
Sac: Yo, turn that shit down
Sly: Yo, whats going on bruh
Sac: I'm thinking bout going back to that soulful motherfucking shit man
Sly: What you mean? You're dropping rap? I thought we dropping this tape together
Sac: Naw this rap shit got me stressing, losing weight out here man
Sly: Shit I'm not rapping by myself (shit)
Sac: I gotta get my mind off this bullshit
Sly: Yeah well fuck this rap life anyway, we ain't gonna make it being realistic
Sac: Shit man, I guess the dreams over
Sly: Naw fuck that, we'll figure it out, but slow down we bout a block away from that Asian arousal