UNKLE - Guns Blazing (drums Of Death Part 1) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Somewhere in Space this may all be happening right now

Styles like Al Pacino
Reno until the Borsellino
The mad Dino with the bambino
The Gambino
Bigger than Jim Colosimo
More Reservoir Dogs than Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela
Brown as Nino
Making the block hotter than jalepenos
G. Luciano
Be wetting shit like Pesci in Casino
Fifty dollar cigar seer
The Bosnia
The mafia
Don poet like Garcia
The Drug Czar and the baby paw beater
The M8 behind the bar freer
The Poconos
The Panama skier
Down with the parmesan
Ready to bomb like Vietnam with arms
‘Cause the hollow-points and phenomenon
The cheddar-spreader
The killer with the gold Beretta
Nigger deader
The sweater wetter with the hollow leader
Drama setter
The Paneretta getting redder kids and momma shredder
The infrared glow off the armor better
The Godfather
The problem solver
Coming through with the six-shell revolver
Hot as lava
Gun skills that’s real
And in the ‘ville I be the barber
Gangster saga
The motherfucking face carver

Give you a dose of shit that’s dope as soda
The underworld family Cosa Nostra
Pearl handle inside the shoulder holster
G. Luciano with a clique but with nothing but niggas and Chicanos
You get hit up like Castellano
Italiano like crime familia
Nigger don’t get familiar
Me and my goons might have to kill you
Up in New York
We play bloodsports at home court
And hold down forts
Soon as you're caught
Get your dome torched
G Rap and DJ Shadow leave your bones squashed
Squeeze the chrome shot
Take no shorts
We judge and jury in the home court
Leave you the blown corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad Peter Falks
Your whole frame laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking section
First-class tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where niggas never resting
Headed in Hell’s direction
Lost at the crossroads and intersection
Should’ve wore a vest for chest protection
Slugs fill you to the capacity
Someone at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch nigger with the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motherfucking tragedy

Drums of death

Shit is real up in this field, you should be packing steel
If you want to cross the Don you kiss the ring and kneel
If you want to bring the beef you do whatever you feel
But get your whole family killed, bitch, you know how we deal