Lost in Translation

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I feel like I committed seven deadly sins, left hoping that the heavens let me in, let's begin Where friends become strangers, hard to keep in contact I deal with the devil for my soul and breach the contract Beyond that, I don't got a clue, but promise you, the cops who Popped Diallo wouldn't take a shot at what I'ma do I'ma take the common view of this prison planet Mix some havoc in it, give it back as something cinematic Cut from a different cloth, every stitch and fabric inside me Is designed to find peace amidst the madness 'Bolic's inner demons become so interactive they're speaking in tongues on records if you spin it backwards It's the classic, getting lost in translation, I've written metaphors that left the author's hand shaking The plan's shaping up to be something special, so when the Dust is settled I'll be on another level above Puffing medical bud, making spectacles of whoever's Kept on a pedestal 'cuz, most of ya'll find appeal Like a federal judge, signing deals with the devil in blood So records'll buzz, mine's an inject-able drug, making brain chemicals flood, like dopamine, when you in love Unforgettable like legends or cassettes at U Dub, El or Stretch and Bobbito Tell the rest they're not equal, dressed incognito keeping unassuming while the other humans shuck and jive to Publicize subtle movements 'Bolic's drunk and puking, I'll just stumble through and murk another crew it's nothing new, where the fuck have you been? [Verse 2] Peep the Earth's design, the way it works in my parts The perfect lines on this burner serve as fine art And it doesn't matter how disturbed our lives are 'Cuz we're all worldwide stars in certain dive bars Five-star restaurants and crowded bodegas Bad news: Cash rules, money's alpha omega The god we trust got me stuck between a rock and a hard place Wanna leave this spot through a stargate I've seen a lot and I partake in evil plots Scheming, not ceasing till my heart rate and breathing stops For god's sake, I see the clock, just how long has it been? Long enough to end before it begins, I got visions Politicians tossed in a bin, filled with more lead than water in Flint Absorbed in their skin, but all I brought was a pen and pad No trend or fads, in the lab with more to prove then I ever had Never had much, never needed shit Two turntables and a mic, I'm readily equipped In the home of the fiend, robbing Jenevieve's for scripts Raving madmen, microwaved ketamine to snip If I just smoke these buds, though I don't need drugs It shows they OD off how dope he was, homie You don't know me, so don't pre-judge, where I'm from The police bang like OG Bloods, and go free Channel 12 News keeps it low-key, add it to the list of shit you should know, but won't see And I shall proceed and continue to give you what you need so you can see what I've been through