Beast 1333 - Consciousness of the Gods [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

"By going off by themself for a long time, into the depths of the forest, or the heights of the mountain, and in that isolation, he comes in touch with a Domain of Consciousness which is known by all sorts of names, the Spirit World, the Ancestors, the Gods."

Verse 1-
Never Before
Have you heard a rapper this raw
Slaps to the Jaw
You wacker rappers have to withdraw
Surpassing the God
The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod
Disasters Abroad
Your greedy bastard masters a fraud
I’ll clap and Applaud
Y’all slave for stinking cash in a wad
His ass to the Sod
The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud
And Crack the Facade
Y’all hit the ground and flap like a cod
A Slap then a Nod
You’re Just Another Trapped in the Pod

If you never heard of me before listen
My name is Beast
One Tres to the double Three
From Northeast
My flow here we Go
Yo i’ll give it to you Bestow
Carry on the tradition of Hip Hop
From long ago
The Shadows are down Below
Don’t even know where to Start
I studied movement of the Planet
And Astrological Charts
And Scoured Countless
Sources of indispensable knowledge bases
Still not a step Closer
To even understand the Basics

"The Cell is the Basis of all Being, and Being is not something Into which we Come, but Out of which we Proceed. In popular language we say 'I came into this world', as if you came from somewhere else altogether, from outside, you don't, you come out of this world, just in the same way as the leaves come from the tree."

Verse 2-
Never Before
Have you heard a rapper this raw
Slaps to the Jaw
You wacker rappers have to withdraw
Surpassing the God
The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod
Disasters Abroad
Your greedy bastard masters a fraud
I’ll clap and Applaud
Y’all slave for stinking cash in a wad
His ass to the Sod
The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud
And Crack the Facade
Y’all hit the ground and flap like a cod
A Slap then a Nod
You’re Just Another Trapped in the Pod

As a living Organism
I suffer and learn from Pain
Through the Strain
I Maintains
Theres gain to Attain
Please Refrain
The same thing’s mundane
Use Your Brain
Please retain
Don’t Stay Same
So lame and constrained
My Domain
Attain fame retrain to obtain
New Terrain
My campaigns ordain to the slain
Do Your Thing
These plain Janes disdain the Profane
I Sustain
Obstain games
Im Flame As Butane

"If you are aware of a Fate which you call Is, or Reality, or Life, this implies another state, or Isn't, or Illusion, or Unreality, or Nothingness, or Death. You can't know one without the other, it's always going to come to an End."

Verse 3-
Never Before
Have you heard a rapper this raw
Slaps to the Jaw
You wacker rappers have to withdraw
Surpassing the God
The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod
Disasters Abroad
Your greedy bastard masters a fraud
I’ll clap and Applaud
Y’all slave for stinking cash in a wad
His ass to the Sod
The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud
And Crack the Facade
Y’all hit the ground and flap like a cod
A Slap then a Nod
You’re Just Another Trapped in the Pod

Everybody that you know and Love
Will soon be dead
My Music comes about
By quoting voices in my Head
Wait till the news of what I’ve really Done
Begins to spread
They use the lessons that i left for Them
To get ahead
Don’t matter what you really think it is Is
Or what you’ve read
Just, do the opposite
Of what you think you know Instead
Theres billions of the blind
That live in bliss and been Misled
Don’t listen to the News
Or believe ANYTHING that’s Said

"It takes Nothing to have Something, because you wouldn't know Something was without Nothing. You wouldn't know what the Form is without the Background Space. You wouldn't be able to See anything unless there were nothing behind your eyes, now imagine yourself with aesthetical eye, you can see all around. Now what's in the Middle. See?"

Never Before
Have you heard a rapper this raw
Slaps to the Jaw
You wacker rappers have to withdraw
Surpassing the God
The blasphemous thy staff and thy rod
Disasters Abroad
Your greedy bastard masters a fraud
I’ll clap and Applaud
Y’all slave for stinking cash in a wad
His ass to the Sod
The Beast was sent to thrash and Maraud
And Crack the Facade
Y’all hit the ground and flap like a cod
A Slap then a Nod
You’re Just Another Trapped in the Pod

"Death is Real, see. I don't indulge in wishful thinking. All you people who dream of an Afterlife and Heaven's and God's and Mystical Experiences, you're wishy washy people, you don't face the facts. How can I face the Fact of Nothing, which is by definition Not a fact. You see?"