Текст песни Ishmael (Shabazz Palaces) с переводом

I was known on the throne

With your own light of home

Fully charged from the stars

On life through the cars

I unwound on the moon

On a chopless nightless crew

Showing myself in the light

Being myself all the while

Sun unstill until sin is still

Cause sin is still in our sons instilled

Sinister minds

Sinister plans of sinister dudes

Sinister motives sinister moves

Sinister shine on sinister move

Sinister hearts ride sinister grooves

Sinister ranks 'mongst sinister crews

This one here from me to you

Started off rude ill finish you smooth

His tools crude while mines just fluid

Mirror please tell him he’s the dude

Principles claimed but none pursued

Telling his bitch «bitch that’s my groove!»

Tell her come time to show & prove

A lottery win the peaches choose

Motto be: Dog, to each his groove

In the jungles I’m follow through

Every down is an audible

‘Cause every style I rock is swallowed whole

Some are all mine some outright stole

Some of them foes some be your bros

This another fly one y’all can blow

Corny ass fucks are thrown in dough

Pimpin' on top his paper throne

My richness is incalculable

My tacoma whips my falcon soar

My pimpage passions palpable

Huey beats and Malcolm flow

Intimacies I doubt you know

Down in them grooves you can’t even go

Fuckin' with me she stay aglow

Parallel lines and magic stones

All of our stories told in codes

From a FuturesPast platoon

Brought forth in rhymes

A secret memory of way better times

When we was raisin' high

Couldn’t sell us none of this shit

You could back us against that wall

But you’d hear that click, another clip

I’m asking where did it go?

What happened to my folks?

Beauty bought by empty corp

Loving what you don’t

I can’t understand

Why we couldn’t hold sway

And place ourselves behind all these things we paved the way

When they basking in your glow, they smile

Keen observers notice something bitch up in the style

Jealous fellas to no code betrode

All his accolades are self bestowed

Plot his talents through his master’s mill

But never tell us what’s behind the veil

Don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t jux

Don’t sniff, don’t coke, don’t strap

I was raised to figure that’s your rat

Between hell and high water he froze

Incandescent rivers I just glows and flows

Well

I just got chose

I can no longer minister to your sinister grooves