Saukrates - Father Time [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Father Time ticks on to the early morning breaks of dawn
I'm an emperor whose empire crushes the pawn
I gave birth to a novel scene
Stealing the cream, whoo blow out your smoke screen
So, nigga freeze cause this MC in every degree
Can have a punk spilling head cheese
Saukrates a felon, in this rap game rebelling
And rock stadiums like Van Halen
Or Bruce Springsteen, what is war good for my nigga?
Even when cash rules, you still lose my nigga
Quoting the words of a shottie
When who is becomes who was and who could have been
Will never be somebody
All I want's a green in my gene
The Earth is mean so I plot mad fucking schemes
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, my nigga
You're drowning in shit creek without a fight
What, some old psych shit, you wanna battle?
Touch the mic and see how close you might get
I'll bust your mental click and send you back to your dimension of wackness
Dodge, block and end with a back flip
So then the beat becomes shank
Let the fat woman scream it ain't over 'til I finish my skank, nigga

[Hook]
If the time runs out, then brother you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out, then brother you will lose no doubt
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out, then brother you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt

[Verse 2]
Make money money night and day
Follow in the footsteps so you can float a Ac around the way
Every day's a payday, crooks are living the life of kings
In the ghetto, emeralds and fat diamond rings
Stay alive and strive, let a nigga know that you're real
And quit playing Leonard Part 5
Recognize my rhyme, a Valentines Day of deadly love
Powerful like Daddy Time
Keep checking your watch before I've tooken your home plate
I'm Jackie Robinson, you better dodge Brooklyn
My mack will never crack, so fuck pussy bunting
I got Mother Nature sucking my dick down to nothing
Ah, an asset to the rhyming biz, my nigga
Never ask me what time it is, I'll kick a quiz
And go sphinx on your ass and ask you
If a nigga falls in the ghetto, will they harass you
And as you sit and think a deadly venom starts to sink
Through your fucking skin and melts your link to Charmin
Getting low on Tanqueray
Flip the script on a A&R, stifle him as R&A
Promising is comforting to the fool but works some of the time
But word is bond, the smirk son
Better be wiped by tomorrow night, finito
Capisce? Or I'll have my way like Carlito

[Hook]