Текст песни Latyrx (Latyrx (Lateef & Lyrics Born)) с переводом

Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about

Throw out the magic basket full of wires

And let them flail all on the ground

Why do they love it so?

Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes

And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts

Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into

Deep, dark, space around Taurus;

And the Mormons can’t explain the stars reflected in her corneas

It makes they hearts beat hard against they corsets

Which bops they lockets up against they foreheads

And who was it that took this little girl’s mind up into orbit?

She had to forfeit little dolly while in space

So that she could touch the stars like torches

Privately

We recorded her intimately, yes!

We courted her with, «Miss Cinnamon Tea

Please rest your itty bitty palms in my

In-can-des-cently glowing hands and in-finitely

We will explore your inquisitive, tendencie

The intrinsic and the explicit

We won’t inhibit any of your inquiry

But first the fire must be met

Then quenched by you candidly and randomly venting any thoughts, memories,

anything!

It’s time for you to start channeling what you’ve been gathering!»

And so we left gravity

Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering cavity then

Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts

And then I’d widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and

dilate

Then straighten up at 100 miles then fall on myself in layers

Like a thickened band of taffy

Assuming every length and shape imaginable

I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space

But fathoming what I had actually done

And her pace increasing rapidly

I shot out like a javelin after her screams, first matching her speed,

then surpassing her

And hearing her laughter as I passed her, all ready to catch my little

passenger!

But the web I spun had not strengthened yet, and the momentum

Sent them stretching through my intentions

And I popped!

…dolly lost…

And Lorraine

Popped back down into her bedroom…

…and she… she. coughed?!

Born the correlation relation shaping

The forms are taking the station we’re on

We’re warm, the verbal intercourse

And mind fornication is on wind, design is tight;

Cause burns more than blunts; or oil at midnight;

The clock turns as it often does

Fight it with all ya might scrub, you learn more if ya listen:

Timing is more than tic. toc. ticking

Rippin’s a mission so come equipped—but NOT with

Remote clickers or clips in the nine, ya mind

Is fine with me, brother ya chicken you can’t rhyme

And punks react violently—but bad men respond silently

Later hearing your gone and the facts

While sipping on cognac, quietly

Privately

Commenting on society

Modestly, honestly

…asking why fools even try it when they undeniably

And obviously! Undoubtedly; decidedly — you wack!

I stretch out and expand in 3-D like galaxies

Establishing terrestrial con-tact, like:

Roll up the windows, crank the heat, relax recline the seat

And thank Lateef, take two and pass, give-it-a-little-gas and ask

«What's the riddle mean?» «Fantastic!» «G E equals MC 2,»

Don’t be sarcastic—my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted!

Syncopated audiosyncratic madness, concentrated

Focused on the rabbit, like «I'm rabid gigantic teething wolverine?»

Armed with claws that bring murderous tragedies

To even human beings burdened with feelings of sadness

Ludicrous thing is I’m glad to be the baddest!

Sittin' fattest after I’m finished lunchin', munchin' em before that;

I’m slashin', attackin 'em; ripping action in sound clashes, BASTARD I’m THE

FASTEST

Quick draw like Western classics, big jaw

Voice cuts through like a saw sprinkling you like magic;

As the cataclysm hits like smack, vocabic havoc cracks your sternum, spine,

and scapula

SPECTACULARLY PROPELLING YOU BACKWARDS OVER THE EDGE OF THE TRACK!

Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple

You will notice from your new knowledge experience

That the distance from the crust to the mantle to the core

Is much greater than previous measurements

And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a

Myriad of new findings

Different from the supposed truths

The ample evidence we presented

It complemented our argument that «everything is impermanent»

Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element

Has suggested is legitimate

And finally, a reminder that

The precious metals and ores

Mined for early in the earth’s surface sediment

Cannot compare to the infinite introspective splendor, if you will

Represented by the treasures indicative of our entrance

Into the Earth’s center

Incentive, isn’t it?

…yes, Yes, YES!

Well, yes, yes, yes

You’re dealing with lyricists that’s: fresh, fresh, fresh

You wan' test? Surely ya jest, look

Let’s just get one thing correct

Before ya step, focus on breath, breath, breath

One rep! «Breath, breath, breath.»

Select, yet another set of styles?!

Yup, yup, yup

Each one as hard as erections, I got to flex, flex, flex!

For project protection, I’m collecting text, techs, Tecs

While you’re caught up

Thinking rap is just sex, sex, sex

And more flesh, flesh, flesh

Robbing the soul of its precious sensuousness

Most of these rappers talking shit out of the side of they neck

What the heck?!

It’s more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less, and less

Lesson one? If aiming to impress-press-press?

You gotta do it yourself

Quiet as kept, kept, kept

If my work is respected, I’ll collect checks, checks, checks

They can’t all bounce and if they do I got an ounce at the rest

So I ain’t stressin' off it

'Cuz I’ve walked on water weapons baby haven’t you heard?

I’ve authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred!

And I taught, Neanderthal to use the rotary phone

I kicked the Devil in his neck without my rosary on

And I checked out the vampire’s nest

Sans garlic, dissed his harlots, then without the crucifix

Plunged the wooden stake deep inside his chest—pinned him!

Thrashing around to the bottom of his sarcophagus

Writhing around till the only thing left

Were little scraps of nothingness, those scattered all about infinity!

All different shapes and sizes going wherever—

—but all of one entity!

That I had brought together for my pleasure

Watch this now — your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons

Rendered from a rusty Ford fender!

You get your steak and eggs? Caesar vinaigrette?

Savor your cigarette, cause I’mma tape your lips!

Become my marionette: You curtsy, pirouette

And when my blade caress? I scrape my bayonet!

You lose your favorite legs… I love that fragrance

Playful Pet? Yes I’m the patron saint of Dangerous!

You slaying La-tyrx? You’re driving majorettes, over some acreage?

As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation

But you fuck 'round with this and you’ll get eaten

You gettin laid to rest

Ain’t slayin' Latyrx

You gettin laid to rest

OVER THE SUNSET’S EDGE!