Sebutones - To mock a killingbird [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[lyrics originally transcripted by Jimmy Dyna, onesecbeforetheend & etze; props to Mutley for helping]

[Verse 1: Buck65]

In a position where I’m wishing
The conditions weren’t so miserable
The movers and shakers
With the visceral maneuvres
The designated minimal effect
Upon the educated criminal mind
And I never need religions
When i can always feed the pigeons
Rather then going to catechism
Born catholic with the crack addict's jizzm
I'm telepathic, you paid to see the blue suede shoes
Stamp on my soul and swallow a used tampon
Vandalize churches
My alarm signals me to scandalize disciples
And then to purchase firearms
And as we layer the ammo
And sing battle hymns
Along with the player piano
We dress up in cattle skins
Stockpile supplies
One eye on the clock dial
And [?] one on the executioner
For the mock trial
Cut with precision
We make the final decision
Maybe we should pull the plug
On a television baby
But it’s debateable cause since the ego
And the honest truth is still inflatable
He’s scared to die
All we need to do is cut the air supply
Tamper with the remedies
The veins feed the poison
From the heart to the extremities
Beyond potential
We command a force
The non-essential ones
That ponder the causes
And also honor the losses and prophets
Plus [?] i beg your pardon?
Historian?
Spill your blood upon the dust
To make a garden for scorpions

[Verse 2: Sixtoo]

Check the index directory
Under metaphysical
200 rappers are gassed
And need Pepto Bismol
From a 3rd eye hot degree burn [?]
We see worms crawling in corpses of the living
The unforgiving, the unrelentless
We prevent this from happening, make it cease
So before the moment crease
And make the effervescent disease
Increase the pressure
We don’t want them no more
Put them on the westbound train
For mount rushmore
And lock the door behind them
Throw away the key
Down to the depths of the darkest sea
Remarks will be forgotten
So long as we let them forget
Lest we not forget the opposition and threat
You can’t define it
We break, make and combine it, refine it
Then bring it back to underground
You can't find it
We're taking this shit
Back to 1996 a.d. after democracy
Fall heir [?] to hypocricy
The psychological advantage
Combined with microbiological management technics
You can't prevent catastrophy
Not through empathy
No sympathy on the weak
Mental telepathy
No need for formal speech, no more
We're moving on to door number 4
And then we dissappear through the floor
And reappear in the aftermath
You can't explain it but it's coming
And i can hear hell's drummer drummin'