Small Town Crew - Verbal Warfare [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

"I'm sick of these pop chorus's man, this bullshit where these pop artist's try to be hip hop, let's do it straight up for once" - L

[Verse: L]

My soul is like a verbal automatic
My wordplay's are the tactics, they say "Bravo!" on the static
My mindset implies that im a warfare fanatic, with practice
Displaying the messages revealing how life is tragic'
My veins run on relaxing and spittin' - My cardiovascular is action for hitting
The subject unload the chemicals through my breath, till i'm trippin
On anger yet I resolve it with peace, when im in the lab I solve it with ease
My brainum's my engine, protected with titanium
My regrets are my dents, but I go through debt's replacin' them
Cause life is like my lungs, it's always blazed with sin; and days within
You aim hitting the pain within and pray within' just say within'
Hail Mary we need a change on this earth, men through shame and they' hurt
Pregnant teen's awarded fame for their birth, but we came for the church
We need protection for what is inside of me - through my reflection I die to be
My Father, my idol see; because in him I can kill my rivalry's
I would do anything, change my fame; aim for true presence, to see you alive and be
Present; be a gift, but it's just a wish when I spit
My wit unloads quick like my metaphorical ink; spilling on the page
Empying my wick; lighting my rage till Im dying - lying and sick
In the bag of magic I dip- my hand and make three wishes
Which is to pain three scriptures, stories that i'd like to picture
Memories in my mind', enimies gliding by
They envy me cause Im still growing from how he died
And showing how pain inside could revive into love
And decide to play honor as he watches from above
In heaven, dad I have been learning my lesson
My blood connection flows peace, call the Priest - its confession
I pray through my music, I hope you hear my blessing's
How I evolved from depressed to controlling my aggression
And I hope that you know my voice is aiming at you, Father
Prayers passed you, metaphorically blast you with my past too
You are my influence, just check' out my tatto's
My lyrics are like a confused teen on the street's
Hoping to learn, nothing to earn; nothing to eat
Not support, no family; walking without shoes on his feet
So tell me how the chosen one's can't feel defeat
By can't my life be like my brother, gain knowledge through nothing
My life will be a shoulder, through warm and cold; always loving
Protecting my country, serving my city and people
Deleting the pity and evil, hoping to acheive feeble -
Integrity, never stop thinking and gain power
Unlike those fame cowards who trade themselves for fake powers
The air quaked through the earth as the plane shaked through the towers
Who was off site for an hour? Who passed the meteor shower?
My life is like a soldier, it's my calling forever
Poetry's clever, but I can't stop hoping for better
Its always changing like weather, Im escaping these devils
Who pursue endevers, like severing souls into letters
Reflectin' bold through your section, steal your whole and detectin'
If you know than you are selected, call it bull but I am protected
By my very spirit, white as a ghost; so imaginary lyrics
Is masked by fate' and-is painted on a statue - flow experience
Carvs my music to the bone, owning in inferior -
Tracks forming a stack of amazing style, check my appearance
But it's not about me its about people brainless, painless to the change of the souless
Deranged in their coldness, my aim is at forces
And if I get it I won't regret it, when its gone Ill accept it
Through the holes of my empty clip spreads respect in it'
So if you want a poet flow hoping for more magic, I got the best-trick
Through the mind my thoughts exit through the ink, thats how I rep-with
My own self carved in this page, through the dark and the grave, Im set with
How Ill resserect it, Logan van Liempt - bitch

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