Coherent - 50,000 Heads - Contest Entry [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

For this legend I'm the future, and death is just a rumor
Consumers get your moolah and they'll turn you to a trooper
Download your storm of thoughts with your user a computer
Tutored by the rulers so your brain is just a tumor
But cancer can't kill my music; the answer you seem to lack it
Your AIDS do all the work - you decided to fuck with Magic
Self-investment is a tactic the A&R's try to hatchet
Spit in your face with ratchets who barely have any talent
And somewhere down the line yo they sabotaged the culture
Now rappers are abundant, but tasteless like some sulfur
This huntin backpacker will flapjack ya you whack slacker
Your flat swagger attacked faster than crack chatter
I'm the dope in needle, refined to cope the evil
Injected the people with the wise to uprise as equal
Peaceful in our sequence with power like the panthers
The definition in raw manner, give me a lantern
When you ring Mr. Green; illuminate the transfer
The torch has been lit, now we're charging at the slander
And we are head strong with more than 50 thousand deep
But we can't stop pursuing while 50 thousand sleep
Soon 50 thousand sheep will be 50 thousand dead
And when it comes they'll look at me like I had 50 thousand heads


Disperse the mercenaries to see that your hearsed and buried
Believe me your best is less than one caliber to my carry
Excalibur with the semi - machete heavy so deadly
Confetti the medley steady, be ready he levy sentry
The centuries of the watchers, disease is prescribed by doctors
So treacherous in these waters, can't tell me who are the plotters?
Beseeching all of the martyrs to charter against the darkness
All of it for the progress to harness peace in your garments
And truly your flesh fluoresce but with a target on your chest
Convalesce with success and we all can coalesce
But until that damn day, I will buzzsaw through ya kevlar
Your knights ain't in my templar, my mic crusades with terror
Light brigades will end ya, vice ya, and then bend ya
If your faker than some splenda, ain't raw return to sender
And render you tender cats obsolete if you want beef
Fuck your chinese cuisine, we need that soul food from the streets
Breech the neoliberal, sybil minded who riddle diamonds
In the rough, my shits hybrid and timeless like R.A's scruff
And tough luck if you ain't on the up and up when it's on
Cause us 50 thousand strong keeping charging in dusk till dawn