Tragedy Khadafi - Enemies of the State (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Brace yourself before you get yourself laced
Fucking with the spic piece of shit scarface
Tony Mon, rolling with Joey the only don
Cartagena, cock the nina, its on
Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic
I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and moon and curl the planets
I'm ?palanatic? wit lyrics spannin for galaxies
Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin your wisdom a cavity
Rapidly flowing, controlling the time
Flip over the line, I'm blowing your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme
I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast
You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass
It's satisfaction guaranteed, you're fiction like Quentin Tarantin'
Kickin your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen
I have to be perfectly honest
We should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics
I verbally vomit on how much niggas try to get us
With garbage lyrics, my style delivers it as the Outer Limits
I'm like the pyramids cuz every point is precise
Now you know me for life, four pound, Cuban flooded wit ice


[Hook x2]

Brace yourself before you get yourself laced
!!ing with the sick arabic scarface
We represent a cold race, thugs full of hate
Enemies of the state behind closed gates

[Verse 2: Canibus]

First nigga to move, gets laced like shoes
Its an example, so the second nigga knows what i do
Where im from, we dont give a !! about rules we grimy
"You think I'd kill two kids and a woman?"
....aight mother!!er try me
Im one of the worst scarfaces reincarnated
That carving your name in the pavement ish is outdated
I go to Mount Rushmore with high powered lasers
Replace all 4 of them faces with 4 facelifts
One at a time, until they all look like mine
A new and improved design for the 1 triple 9
A better nicca with better lyrics and better rhymes
Ahead of my time ill even put my life on the line
While youre in the studio writing your rhyme
Ill run up in it with a hydrogen bomb singing the sacred psalm
...
And than I'll blow us all to hell in the name of Allah

[Hook x2)]

[Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi]

Yo
You ain't a thug, screaming at the sight of your own blood
Ill run up in your spot and take everything you make
Masked and gloved it, the way we dubbed it you loved it
Lost like an innocent child soon as the slug hit
Thug shit, wild like Geronimo Pratt
Ill disarm you and stand right in front of your gat
Yeah for real though niccas can !! with my piece see
Its real tho you can get clapped back to BC
We burn cali in QB, hashy, team be
Steady extremely....islamic
Atomic, rip mics like Prophet Muhhamad
More or less, my war techs tear your chest
Hot slugs have you dripping from chest to Gortex
You small minded, you can't fuck with my degrees
Leukemia heads, smoked to many trees
Brace yourself before you get yourself laced
Fucking with the sick arabic scarface
Iron sheik, still creep, wrapped in turban
Laptops in the headrest, black suburban

[Hook x2]