Speed on the Beat - Don't Take Much (We Cool) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Speed on the Beat]
...SONGS FOR!

[Verse One: Speed on the Beat]
Blackheart, black is hard, but no black cards
Blackstar, no kweli, but I spit black bars
Sick shit, like the black plague, new sars
Ol' school reference so you get sliced up, black scars
Black car, with a japanese clique, call it Midnight
The coldest winter ever, so I bite louder than my bark (uh what?)
Stuffing snuffaluloguses southbound down windpipes
Meaning I kill that fur on your shit and make you suffocate on it (Is that right?)
What the fuck you mean right? Shut that fuck tight
Like a virgin twat, then gut his shit like a fish in alaska time
No Sarah Palin, though, no white chicks politicking
And pause on this, but no sean is too big to get some busted britches
Fuck these little kizids that trying to talk shiddit
Took it back to 03 to keep niggas in place like a fitted
When I say King I mean it, stupid boy have you seen it?
That shining star in the sky, that's not your son, that's me bitch!

[Hook: Speed on the Beat]
It don't take much to rush the frontlines
It don't take much to change the time
It don't take much to heal the world
And it don't take much to get ya' girl (and we cool)
It don't take much to destroy the fools
It don't take much to keep it cool
It don't take much to swoop through the winds
Shruglife, biyatch, we always win (and we cool)

[Verse Two: Speed on the Beat]
I'm on a mission with this dollar and a dream
No CREAM, but cool rules everything around me
New Speed, like Keslowski driving past Gordon
Or AI past Jordan (Without the crazy shit?) Of course son
No mental issues, my mentality vicious. Where's the tissues
To try to stop the bleeding of the fool fucks
Who duck when we come in because we know they've got an issue
But they hide behind keyboards, these whores can't see the score, shit dude
Killed too many rappers with these jabs, guess i don't know my own strength
Another King Remembered in Time, but there's no Just-in here today
No justice either, look at Amadou
Trayvon Martin, Sean Bell, and the others, who have tasted what society do
To those that don't have the backing of the society
Fuck an illuminati, there's bigger things there than devil horns and diamonds see
And if they want to kill you for turning this shit all the way up
Take it as a badge of honor, because you're standing up (cause)

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Speed on the Beat]
The return of mister speed, the 5'7" man you love to hate
The 5'7" man with the big ass dick that your woman wanna date
Got these women throwing themselves at me, lemming time
And the pussy sweet like clementines, ha ha!
And DAR is still the squad, shrug life complements it
Like a Spanish chick putting pillows on around your friggin' mints
Oh do I have that backwards? Man it's absurd how these bastards...
Try to litter my sight like rat turds (Word!)
And the bad words come out when the bat and birds out
But ya whole team wanna copy our words and our style without a doubt
And they said I couldn't rap i should stick to backing tracks
Well ya girl got RR in her iPod tracklist
Don't ya wonder why she keep saying you a heartbreaker and you better beware?
I'm about to abuse the game like a battered chair with battered bears that strike fear
Batter it with beer, and serve it to these white folks like I know you love niggers that can't tear
...through the packaging like my dick with a Durex