Clandestien - Shield Your Fearful Eyes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Clandestien, Mortar Martyr, Shit!

[Verse 1: Mortar]
Mortar's North Pole, ice cold, no summer
We could clash on a track like Joe Strummer
Beat construction plus my rhymin'
Combine to create a stunner like weird science
I hold no compliance with laws of gravity
Sky riding Armageddon, four horseman cavalry
The batter be, the shattered space time continuum
Crash cruise like Top Gun, tom cats spinning in
My vortex perplex your head with paradimes
Flex and Collapse your reality when I write
The totality of your failures greater
Than the expanse of Jupiter's Equator
My impact that of a comet causing craters
That creates ice ages
Via Darth Slayers
Make way for downward empires decline
The dragons arrived
Capitulate your face Clandestien!

[Verse 2: Tomahawk]
That ain't an angel choir
They're gothic women singing amidst the screams of pain and raging fires
I hear their piercing cries
Even the evil and fierce have to shield their fearful eyes
Horror click down a point, five millimetre
Eleven plus March Forth, like killing Ceaser
Do the math
To equal punchlines unequalled I got the formula that you don't have
Must I add, I'm mad at using a heavenly sword
Your days are numbered human, bad division
With Religion
We subtract your promos, that sums up your useless raps
Do the math
Head stay calculating
Red stained rapper rating
Let's play Planet taking
I got this!
Vent pain, gravitating
Air play, panic painting
End game, baddies waiting
Syllabolix!

[Verse 3: FlashOne]
Who is this you wonder
Lightning and thunder
In the form of a man who plans to pillage and plunder
Your running on empty in the belly of a python
That fuel for your desire through my dick you can siphon
No birth, just spontaneous creation
I arose from the dirt of the earth via Satan
You wanna taste it, nah son just face it
My basics of greatness is laced with hatred
Brooding raps brought to life from a witch doctor
With a two finger jab straight through your sick sculpture
There's no stopping this so bring the mother-fucking apocalypse
Barbed wire down your throat through a hose to your oesophagus
Your mission is bleak, I'm bombarding the weak
And starting to speak, a disastrous feat
You bastards will flee, when I march on your street
The hardest Emcee rocking arsonist heat