Syler - The Funk [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Syler]
Yo microphone check 1-2 and no it don't stop
Never mind the petty shit, baby let the funk rock
For the soul, horns blaring in the background
Scratch a little something, g-g-got ourselves a track now
Parliament is like elementary, old school
Never bury me, Machiavellian, so cool
I rise and fall to rise again
If not willing to risk it all how could you ever win?
Because we living in a time we people try to rhyme on anything
Many never cut it so I slice my lyrics deli thin
And I know no closet's cleaned without a skeleton
Or two or three or four
Six or seven maybe more
Death is mocking while we rocking out he knocking at the door
Jocking for a spot atop Olympus like a whore
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, and I don't give a fuck what you want

Hook:
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah

[Verse 2: Syler]
A method to my madness man it run in the blood
Dabbled in blues a hella bit I must admit it was love
Wasn't that I was bitter, cause I was writing better, biting never
Like can be a bitch but on the mic I never let her
Huh, light as a feather but it's tied to a rock
Inside a box so I put my key inside of the lock
Huh, sunrise to sunset
The funk get better by the days end better than the Days Inn
Hey say when baby we create a playpen, got her in a daze, Say Hey I'm Willie Mays man
Desperado, got a lot on my mind
Dearly departed from my lips it's difficult to rewind
Unless you lay it down then it's suddenly timeless
It's SY NY's finest
Unless you lay it down then it's suddenly timeless
It's SY NY's finest

Hook:
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah

[Verse 3: Syler]
Lately I been killing it so hard
Been flipping words, filling up the pages with dope art I've written
Risen to a level where my lyrics leave you tongue tied
But you don't care because the groove feeling just right
Gave you something you could chill to, vibe to
Really do whatever fit the right mood
Smooth operator not a Raider of the Lost Ark
Not a hater, I just cater to a lost art
You know the story, the rap side, frat side
How I smoke blunts, smack bitches on their backside
It's SY, NY's prodigal son and I've returned, and I'd love Andy Roddick's girl
But in the mean time, in between time
In between the dreaming of a deep mind
Let the beat wind
Down as the verse close
Just let the words go
Send over gifts cause The Funk's given birth yo

Hook:
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah
I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah