U-God - Turbulence [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: U-God]
Boldly go only to sew the block up, lock shit down
Mama told me you the giant
Bump out the nose cold, crime wave wholesome
Baritone throne, so defiant
They stole the science from the O.G
Carbon copy, sloppy, tryna muscle out the Old E
Slapshot, can't get it past the goalie mask
Stonefinger roam, royalty zone off
Henn, gin, rummy stunts coming in sums
Writing on ya tummy hun, low stamina, still hungry some
Asthma clogged up, ran in smog, dialogue, dorm plasma
Road hogging all hammers
No matters what's the track's right and exact, it's madness
The scanner listen, system jam up
Right on ya rack, Black Panthers on a mission
Right back at you, ready to cook this shit
Babylon apple, natural habitat
Stone statues *planes crashing*

[Verse 2]
Robotron Golden Arms, pentagon brain cell, all to
Gain, chained to the bumper
Wolfgang hunters, field goal punters tone,steel toe
Eruption, it's a gusher!
Tonecrusher smith,usher the style,stubborn born
Criminals foul within the isle
Let off a signal with attitude,magnitude ,beat
Through, me devil lies that's sized of cathedrals
The track more lethal, came back to see you
Finish the job off proper, live wire shit, spit the
Lava,the helicopter hit you, flyin saucers, of
Course,may the force not be with you
These bengals that dangle, sinister phantom menace
Hansome are my lenses, all in the register, speakin my
Spanish, clips like banana grips, bananza, dressed
Fancy in the club, Halle Berry slowdance, we romance
Now gimme love
(more planes,and pilots panicing.)

[Verse 3]
Jackie Chan movements, hard to kill for real
Drill him some more with some
Old fashion smooth shit, long winded
Splendid the bomb blow, on the whole a ruthless
Butter roll flow, show improvement?
This shit is cool whip to me
When I throw off the wool
This music with a mule kick
Eight ball in the side pocket corner
One mark the chalk, gimme my poolstick
Smoked the dipped
Notes by the throat, full grip, scud puddy in my hands
Fans, read the blueprints
The truth is, the slang you bit?
To form in a sentence the cold winters I spent with splinters
The apprentice under RZA's training
He sang, each aim's vintage aimin at you swine eater
Wife-beater scoundrels, stolen vowel thieves
I'm swollen now, Collen Powel relief
Throw the towel in, tools in, full spin, school em again
Show em that the wise could rejuvenate
All these hoodlums, don't sleep he could win
Pull a pen, it's full again, celeb, all in the web on a
Conquest, no disturbance
Address it to ya chest, you're in turbulence
Mighty men vitamin D
Rest in Peace to my nigga Bigga B love you G
Rest in Peace to my nigga Bigga B love you G