Текст песни: The Earl Of Nine Teas Walks With Kaleidescope Through The Streets Of Yesteryear + перевод

Pyramids surround us

With the hell is down below us

While the heaven’s up above us

You don’t have to love us

Ancient wisdom brothers lurk in hidden b-boy coffee shops

Poets in the city streets transport to distant mountain tops

Smoking grass in a conch shell

Powered by a Duracell

And a rainstorm

Same form

Same format

Hardcore

Barcode

Timecode

Blinfold

Keyless entry

New century

Motion sensor

Enter ocean

Under mountain

Caution tape

Often fate is love and hate

Blinded by the assignmnet

In need of realignment

For this designment

Confinement to a chamber

With amber embers

Remember

Remembrance

Descend into the center sense

Hand held blindfold

Pan fried man died

The cooks must prevail

Beside that brook the snails are quick to judge the insects

MCs of all their energies have lost at least the chin checks

Poems pinned to the cheeks of non-believers

High acheivers

High and eager

Say high to neither

Provide maneuvers

Of warful soother

In a course of cover

Amidst a force of brothers

And sisters

Whispers and silence

Violence

Defiance

Compliance

With new standards

Use of a thoughtful gander

And a plot meander

I’m stylin'

Use to live on an island

Silent the violent

With strategical arsenal

Mellow all-terrain vehicle

Altering brains

Original fifty-percent indigenous universoul

Cleaning the yellow offa yo' teeth

Loco lumberjacks

With diamond rings

On diamond-backs vocally flossing

Leaping into the speaker rapidamente

Radioinactive place of occupation

Happens to be the tempo

Over the instrumental

My mental is an automatic

Subtracting the half original shady bros

Claiming to have been around

Putting the secular pride of the underground

Into the wanna be tunnel bound bullet

And pulling it into the chamber

Taking off on a mental plane

Careful not to be breaking your delicate listening wings

When the unoriginal simpletons putting it under their cap

Into the top of their unintelligent skeleton hanger

Where they’re keeping their anger

Under their fits and the grits and the hominy

Recommending the trendy g’s mommy

Don’t want me to wear the Tommy Hillside Strangler

Letting immature bygones be bygones

Getting sweated by the microphone Al Capone chromosome jeans by Wrangler

With the intonation of a fallen tree

Is a felony

Superficial dud of a SCUD missle

From the former location of Tel Aviv

It’s the same limited primitive

Belligerent pilgrim should have been

Popping the pill women and their ignorant men

And their children

Everybody’s building steady headed bodies

Out of body building weight belts

Succeeding Arnold Schwarzenegger

Shorten a nigga’s life

Leaving your wife in Boston

Without a decent supply of oxygen

Washington DC to the LBC watching what’s not the irrelevant

Stopping you

And your illiterate just for the hell of it crew

From changing the channel

And swapping roles with Bill Bellamy

Peeping the shitty city pretty tittie game

And keeping it real

Is what he’s telling the refugee

Poets and Serbs

The birds and the bees

Athletic conservative alternative hippies and the nerds and the gs

I’d rather be a futuristical rapper

Sleeping on a bed of nails

It’s cheaper

To be a hella stoned mammal

With my table on the telephone

Sitting next to the microphone saddle

Without the use or the abuse of Marlboro light

But I’ma use your ears as an ashtray

‘Til the last day

Of a man with an accent

Marking you absent

On the complementary aspirin

In liquor store attendance

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