Skitz - Fingerprints of the Gods [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Roots manuva]
Pen to the paper I scream at the world
Picky headed yout' don't wear no Jheri curl
In the heat of the summer, more time I trim, but
Nothing dont change, I'm picky from within
The R's for the Rage, E
For the Energy
B's for the 3/4 Bounce that we count
Second E's for the Era of this young hottie youth
L 'presents long term, soldier stand firm
Foundation flexing stretching out the pound
I used to want the queens head
Now I want the crown
It's in my blood stream
Shit's too hard to define, why
Some get the vision an the rest tow the line
Sleepwalking flogging a horse that's done dead
Pissin' in the wind now piss drips down your leg
Is you plum or is you pleb?
Dude it's one an the same
One shit short now flush that pee brain
Put your hand on your lips spell "D-E-R"
You wanna be fartface an me can't spar
Like the, dooper I am I don't wanna cause friction
I hold my space and then I diss 'em with the diction
Nuff of dem will fear this
It's right now that they don't wish to hear this
'Cept for forensic but they can't get near this
It's fingerprints of God
G-O-D

[Life]
Deep and philosophical
My rap style's collosal
To your brain, like a line of cocaine
Straight up your nostril
Knowledge like Aristotle
I send my message through da mic not in a bottle
A gifted mic disciple like an apostle
Hip hop's my life an' hustle
Lyric skills be the muscle
They be brand new like the Heavies
Not old like some fossils
I meditate on bible scriptures
Not porno pictures
I smoke sensi bud
Green like the trees of eucalyptus
Buffalo soldier from a rasta man army
I need hip hop to satisfy my soul like Bob Marley
Wisdom's what I give them
Flipping knowledge on the rhythm
If you're talking like a devil
I'm performing exorcism
I'll cause malice, smoke a chalice in Buckingham Palace
Get the queen high, send her to Wonderland like Alice
Cos I'm a dark stranger
Not from a dirty sick chamber
Cos a star burns above my head like Jesus from a manger
Lone ranger, I dont need a posse to follow
My backup be my sword I use it swift like Zorro
Guided by a force similar to Obi Wan Kenobi
Walk the skies like Luke an even Chewbacca couldn't hold me
If you're a phoney, its lights out like James Toni
An I'm confident like Naseem Hamed, so you don't know me
I walk in the shadows, I make you paro
My mind be narrow, I carry guns and laser bow and arrows

[Si-Phillie]
I be the bingee man come back from Zion
With the bag of sensimilla an the mic in the other hand
Bounty killa on the rampage for reala
Gonna make mad dough like my name was Don Miller
Chancellor Exchequer mic wrecker
Serve ya like Becker or Sampras
You know I be top class
This one is a message from King Selassie I
Any pussy bwoy tess I dem bwoy gaan die!
Puppet-master rasta, bring forth disaster
Eskimos be bopping to my shit in Alaska
Weak emcees be droppin out cause they have 'ta
Convert, niggas I make 'em go see their pastor
Power move makin never fakin that Jamaican
I'm from Trinidad
When it comes to respect, I'm like your dad
Not a fake like Alexander O'Neal
Never chopping off my locks like that nigga Seal
The Si-Phillie hot tabasco chili
Niggas sucking up my style like a nipple on a titty
I'm flipping lyrics when I'm not on the rob
So my surgical gloves protect the prints of the gods

[Skeleton]
God all mighty
What the devil you (slut, star?)
What the hell
What on earth chile'
What the bloodclaat
Wat da rass hole, blast hole, ina di beast
I'm da blessing an'da damning an'da famine an'da feast
I'm a man 'o' war cos I was a man of peace
Now I'm out for your neighbours like they was Annalise.
Speak from a snow capped peak to the abyss
I'm ugly as sin
An' I'm the living cris'
I'm chilled in the field an' the inner city hype
I'm the murdering, thieving, raping, type
I'm the heat, the light, the cold an' the dark
I'm the silver back gorilla an' the great white shark
I'm the poorest slum
I'm the richest palace
The lyricist, the herbalist, an' the gyaliss
I can get ya down an' I can get you lifted
The giver an the gifted
The Beemer ain't fiftied
Shifted, gears I'm the tears an' the laughter
The birth an' the death an' whatever there after
The kiss on the cheek an' the kick in'a de crotch
The fingerprints of God an' every head get touch