str8 emotion plus logic
increasing attentive static on em
so when i touch em rite
they pay attention at moment'z felt
cause this is Zulu and Hannibal in the brain
two from the Oneness i beat on
facing what you done down the line
grants you death
imposing junctions on yoself righ
see monies doesn't move me
it's my moves made in advance i advanced mine supreme
playing my road to the tee off
cause my cuts
across the gut
tales of the hills and the valleys and dem ditches you ain't knowing about
cause when it comes to crunch time you bestah know my peoples run deep
a neverending marathon while dem others who increase erased from memory obsolete
and hooray for the funk
ain't nuthin but dem different clan made jeans out my Trunk
cause i keep mine popping
widdah capital P
and that character stands for power (echoing)
the spiritual kind like a rockman and zero combined....
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I would like to translate this poem