The Knowmads - Who Are You? [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Cheef]
Well I'm a big bad motherfucker waiting for his time
I'm a millionaire Scarface waiting for his line
I'm a million steps ahead of you piercing through the sky
Many will follow but very few can fly
I'm a crazy cool kid thank you I'm doing fine
And I'ma keep seeing until I go blind
And I'ma keep breathing until my final sigh
And I'ma keep speaking until the day I die
I'm a worthless piece of shit, a hypocrite, a liar
I'm a V12 rocket car rolling on flat tires
I'm a alcoholic drunk waiting for a change
I'm a street smart hard worker waiting for his pay
I'm a ugly motherfucker who still needs a shave
I'm a hidden lost soul that only creeps out of caves
I'm Jesus Christ and I can please your wife
With the positions I'm flipping you should leave tonight
In fact keep the mic for when you sleep in fright
Cause I'm a big bad motherfucker breathing light
I'm a poetic self-absorbed lower class bastard
I'm a rehab better than a double shot smasher
I'm the god and the devil, I'm a good and evil clasher
I'm still running from my master but I need to run faster
But as long as I keep going I can never be captured
I want to fuck Lady Luck but I'm too afraid to ask her

[Hook][x2]
I'm a casualty chilling in the depths of reality
A Jester tryna make fun of life's lectures
Cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques
We the basement natives back up on the streets

[Verse 2: Tom Pepe]
I'm a calm collected insane and restless
Brain full of stress and veins with mad exits
But who's he? A burden in the nest
A peasant in the capsule pretending to be depressed
I'm a self conscious broken promise
Ran across the ocean drowned soaking without a rope[?]
And save my honesteez that left me, well let's see
Ever since the day I learned to read
These kid's faces, snake's fakes and trick aces
Calling out shots and take them without chasers
Flirtatious leaving girls with hurt faces
I'm just a jerk tryna cover up my traces
But I ain't got much and you can tell
Fucking up my lifetime hoping there ain't a hell
I'm a chief, a thief, who cheats and kills beats
Surviving in the warzone searching for a peace of mind

[Hook][x2]
I'm a casualty chilling in the depths of reality
A Jester tryna make fun of life's lectures
Cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques
We the basement natives back up on the streets

[Verse 3: Jester]
I'm a scholar of the art architect articulating
Abstract activations always animating
Rap verse penetrating I'm a separation
From fake motherfuckers unaware of the basement
I'm a street dweller never interested in the bullshit
Shunning all religion see me spit upon the pulpit
I'm a artist that puts sense into sentences
Others acting funny over money and the senselessness
I'm a 206 kid with a chip on my shoulder
And a folder worth a quartables to rip[?]
I'm a visionary I bring sight to unseen
Light a couple matches and brighten up your darkest dreams
Open up the market I'ma mark it with a marker
Interrogate your character and label you a martyr
I'm a person not giving a fuck until the death
Of me in a golden casket and mask it with every breath

[Hook][x2]
I'm a casualty chilling in the depths of reality
A Jester tryna make fun of life's lectures
Cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques
We the basement natives back up on the streets