BlaccRayden - 06. Bar Fight - Project Mayhem 2020 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I want you to hit me as hard as you can. I don't want to die without any scars. How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?!

Download the entire FREE album at khaleo.bandcamp.com!!

So go ahead, hit me, before I lose my nerve. No one's watching, what do you care?

Lyrics:
I'm like, Hey Arnold! : don't hit me, I'll hit me
And get a kick from self-inflicted shots up in the kidney
Convincing you to follow up my plot, are you wit me?
The cops can't get me..
Meditate like nonviolent hippies in the sixties
Feather weight contends an equal pound of gold frisbees
Mimicking insomniac zombie stats, pinch me
Get trippy, the mind is on twilight zone, pilot gone quickly
Hulk out like fighting Irish hillbilly mixed wit Bill Bixby
Flippin' skills at Mickeys
Slip ya girl a hickey
In my Dickies or my Dockers
The con is always possible
(I put a) bomb inside ya locker
Disarming any obstacle
Personal murder, I thought you through
On the next level, shall i take you to?
I stay awake as two separate dudes
I'm a copy of a copy, never sleepin', take a cruise
Breakin' rules, but keep silent
Code of the streets, fused wit guerrilla violence
Don't talk about me, or where I'm hiding

......American terrorist is the fairest comparison i could make to relate; Enemy of state embarrassment
Dare to win and I'll nullify the race
You can vilify and hate again but i can always take it in
To a place of zen
Mental frame exoskeleton
Physical pain will settle in just for embellishment
Intelligent assassin, whips get to crashin any specimen investin in the Trips that we passin!
...
Retraction in rhyme, but never happened in time
Re-analyze ya mind from neanderthal grind...REWIND

...
Bump that, thumbtacks up in the trunk rap
Dysfunction hubcaps
Bust back before the gun claps
Lungs collapse, not mine, I run these tracks
Tongue relaxed, sunshine when I find synapse
Aligned wit facts..
So off the bat! I want a hunnid (100) stacks
Flossin' phat across the map
Barack Obama, Boss in BLACK
I am Jack's Arsonist Fact:
If soap can make napalm, I'll call the bomb threat
Don't forget to scrape the top off and practice safe sex
Glass slipper generation, archetype flex