Cambatta - Zeitgeist Haze [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Exhale vapors, gaze in the smoke
It's a ghost from the fire that I blaze when I tote
Celestial particles of my burn victims
Only sacrificing the herbs to earn wisdom
Rap scholar I’m down to my last dollar
Mad drama last saga of Andromeda’s me
What you’re getting is Cam’s heart on a beat
If struggle is quick sand then Cambatta is deep
Look I’ve seen a lot in my life, the trauma the strife
I'm locked in economy’s vice
Media’s molding our minds it's pottery night
Open your eyes, 9/11 was an obvious heist, truth
They’re taking our freedom, Obama is white
Religion’s just a depiction of the stars in the night, Chuuch
If knowledge is power and honor is might
Then life is a battle not all of us fight
I'm swinging, shadow boxing, my doctrines are like a jab I'm knocking facts into your noggin
You dodge em I'm Tim Bradley robbing
Snatch a nigga’s cash up off him slash him like a fraction problem
If my Dad’s watching I'm thankful that he ain't grab a condom
Original man with a cynical plan
To be a god and hold the world in the midst of hand
I'm taking my chromosomes and I'm switching the strands
Til I’m stronger than Arnold and smarter than kids in Japan
I'm tweeking, I spark chaos I'm part Aesop’s
I’m part Madoff and part Adolf
I parlay off shore in Barbados
With the rich white banking cartels that play golf
I’m sicker than a plague cough
Quicker then when dipping in a whip and it got straight naus’
Sipping liqour by the pitcher like it’s May 4th
Or is it may 5th, and I’m a straight spic?
Words are forms of expression I like to play with
By twisting them in complex rhyme patterns to make chips
Shit, I Got the grade a piff
And a Bajan bitch badder than Bebe’s kids
I’m James Naismith
I'm heated like Bayless vs. Steve A Smith, believe that shit
It's Batta I’m out of this world I'm like a spaceman
Since that keg stand with Mike’s water in Space Jam
Placebo effecting yall niggas
I don't even need substance to get to yall niggas
I'll shoot a 3 then steal it and shoot a 3 again
In 8.9 seconds and Reggie yall niggas
Ahead of yall niggas you ain't ready my niggas
If life was money blacks are pennies my nigga
You throw ‘em in the gutter, seclude ‘em from the lighter coins
Throw ‘em to a bum he spend it on crack and invite his boys
Your music is classified as a type of noise
My music clever like Trojan horses inside of Troy
They classify it as a new school sound
How my voice can project like Coo Coo Cal
40 acres a mule and a few thou
I'm Standing at my mailbox waiting it's due now
Smoke and mirrors life is like a magic show
A bunch of illusions for manipulating the average soul
But I can see that slight of hand
Looking close and digging deep’s how you defeat that kind of plan
Self sustain get knowledge and be happy
Smoke and mirrors coming soon, scream at me