Tragedy Khadafi - True Confessions [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Iron Sheiks]
Yeah... it's all I've been waiting for, shit
What? What? What? What? -Yeah, check it, right here right now
You know I'm sayin'? Imam Thug, what? Wha-wha-wha-wha-what-

[Verse 1: Imam]
Imam Thug, 2-5-2 across the planet
Khadafi got shit, might gon' tell it in yo' merit
Told me everything that you said, dirty bastard
Sat back laughin', can't believe these niggas askin'
Still listenin', got the pot form to piss in
Secluded mission, on conventional conviction
To offer scalp stashin' on my couch, it won't surprise me
Petty cash (???) drop (???) hash
Blaze it up little man for Paz
Freddie Krueger tragedy, twenty year capacity
Hold ladders, point shoulders, million dollar boulders
What nigga? -Get down from aureolas
Title big 2-5-2 exclude you, come together like a Don piece on (Rocka Jewels?)


[Verse 2: Tragedy]
Yo, exotically I hold Gats, melodically bust raps
Part of me loves (???) with the wigs in the back
Besides that I overthrow the Jakes just to free blacks
Clappin' CO's, bustin' BO's in they kneecaps
Love Allah most, like a child playin' his moms close
Or a newborn thug holdin' the chrome toast
In a duplex sunset, callin' a Fatiha
When I have sex, ma, it's like the Mardi Gras
Allumani - visualize I Selassie I
Thuggin' til the day I die, swervin' in the Third Eye


[Hook/Vocal sample]


[Verse 3: Tragedy]
Yo, keep the paradoxical hydroponical rap style
Like botanical - animal thugs in exile
Grey smoke from a cop's Glock, five gunshots
Chalk circles all on the block, that's where my body dropped
Shaking like a pregnant coke-head
I'm out for too nice, sweating like Peruvian cats pullin' a jewel heist
Battle of the beasts, defeatin' niggas for five nights
I'm too nice, like a Christian fed with true lies
The embassy-type of rap cat, pushin' a black Gat
Aristocrat Third World stat guerilla diplomat
I'm deep like a Socrates, foul like atrocities
My degrees date to B.C.'s, twelve dynasties
A member of the Last Supper, original disciple
A archangel like Michael, holdin' a rifle
So what the fuck you're tryna tell me like (Drew Hill?)?
My neck gross is four mil', nigga it's all real
I'm clear like the waters in the Blue Nile, it's too foul
Got to drop on you, dirty, what you gonna do now?


[Hook/Vocal sample]