Caucasian - 916 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The prognosis of my life is my music the fact that i have to write shit so i can feel where paradise is if you try ask me for remorse better chance asking in isis i’m the type to get triple sixes on doubles dices surprises me everytime i try to write this scars on my thighs lines of different sizes i’m rhyming to get off my suicide list unlucky is an understatement i'm out my fucking mind bitch recording in a room which is stifling writing the moment the words are arriving in my psyche i'm a psycho 16 year old michael myers i'm hiding in plain sight retention of a mic a stand and box a nikes since twelve tomorrow i might be hung up in the corner blood dripping down my feet most likely?
Vocabulary is explosive and my saliva is flammable wild with my animalistic traits looking diseased with the mind of norman bates i'm a fake tell me i'm shit it encourages me to do better and get the best out of it so be a dick knock me down push me further reverse joker i’ll give you a chelsea frown i don’t make songs by the way they sound if they don't mean something they stay underground and i don’t put them out the world needs a change at least mine i think not the one to smoke a bowl and drink do drugs nope just give me some coffee or a soft drink i write sober
My songs are mosaic exposed they’re great behind the lines they speak what i'm afraid to say amazing grace affidavit for my expensive taste i'm dispensing eighths need to cop some flowers for my illegal date
I feel the vindication of the hate i get why do i even try i know i never get respect when obviously you are one of the people that i effect i am the reincarnated version of common sense in the flesh
I’m not a saint and you can say it to my face a million times but i will not stop when lives are at stake my sick mind doesn’t rest it’s at it all day i don’t get a break so i’m doing this ‘till my mind actually breaks i don't get a fuck about the significance of the difference that i make
Caucasian is an alias i maybe this mostly choke me what is my brain aliens is a better explanation dopamine is highly likely vital in fact give me two bottles of that fuck it i'm not opening my throat to anything medicine
Am i defined by a skin condition or am i defined but my sick mind and lyricism while i spit this rhyme you bitches better listen like training you dawgs is my mission hitting ignition, spark some friction i'm getting tired of michelin
Like Ed Gein this is just the feminine women skin I'm in I haven't started using methamphetamine and ketamine and relapse after an encore like Eminem did I'm just a sheep in wolves clothing I guess I'm skittles then
I'm English we finna be diminished I'm a cynic and all priests are the witness they be shivering I meant plunging knives you can't win with the skin the devils in
All together boys take away ogether and you're stuck with alter boys
My middle finger I use to point let me rephrase my middle finger I use to make a point that I don't give a fuck about nothing
No really i couldn't give a shit say what you want you just look like a cunt when i accomplish it demolish it bury misplaced and straight up lost this shit now whose fault is it? i ain't on the list drag me into it ill slit your wrists only half way i ain't giving you the satisfaction of the experience
I don't cover up my addiction rap is it thats my opinion you can be thuggish and ruggish hoes could love it thats not the point just listen you could fill the grand canyon with your dick and i’d stand by my admission i hail from britain but i needed an optician to see my true ambition which is hip-hop
I'm being serious which is hip-hop? cos’ it seems i am always telling rhymers can you not like rick ross you can’t rap just please stop
Fuck it i dont need accent to prevent your discontent dreams are bent with a side of decrement cos’ you misrepresent the culture forcing my hand from the occident now dont go starting no argument cos’ you’ll know ill win it with my sublimit
Cos’ i dont know my limit i could chat shit about 9/11 or iranian captives and feel no remorse what so ever i'm that sick definition caucasian copyright my arse bitch i'm amazing 916
I’ve thought about suicide more than twice hanging myself with the cord from this mic or just taking a bullet through the eye i've tried that it just made me cry blud your rhyming is my nyquil caucasian ad-myers michael equals something so violent setting fire to bibles you know I won't be idly waiting by I'd be constricting the bitches with a belt buckle they gave me nothing just left me so fuck 'em and get an itching dick
Do you even know how to deal with this shit dawg you feel this, can you put up with my violent mouth when i speak this if not then zone it out i'm not stopping for shit constipation in this bitch cos’ i'm pissed off without a doubt you're just fueling my fire like your lighters telling me i'm gassin’? your the fucking liars i'm like him? say that again trick sit and spin dont make me an eminem-t danger enraging the beast is unleashed dont try to cage this freak i'm cutting the leash tying a noose then kicking the stool out under your feet hang in peace on fire I be the black sheep ain't no baring (boring) around me unless we gnawing without teeth Aryan mandibles prone to whitening frightening like a horror film I can't hear the lightning over your crying grow a pair already or be silenced with a machete i guess that he can't even begin to tell our teller that attila the hun is alive once again and that hes running amok up in hip hop and his name is caucasian aha
I’m the inimitable, subliminal, criminal, lyrical, miracle, spiritual individual murdering every syllable and if you think you can spit upon my level then might wanna revel in the life you have before i take it like the devil i'm mental a mentalist the mentalist out of the ones they say they’re crazy they dont know shit
My flow is conspicuous, my style unambiguous, comparing me to any MC would be ridiculous, I look with much disgust at the game like it caught syphilis, approaching it really carefully cause I'm meticulous, keeping my diligence I'm staying vigilant try not to sell out to the fame and cause more dissonance, keeping my wickedness, causing more incidents, keeping my vividness trynna be limitless, or more so infinite combining syllables creating villainous bars that are ticklish still not predictable I ain't St. Nicholas