Croosh - Scyliorhinidae [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Croosh]

What up kiddo?, Ain't nothing, zero/
Oh ditto?, You just appeared low/
Well I have yet to shower in like 3 days/
Kinda groggy but I unsheathe power in the streets where I lay/
Beats I got on replay/
The box that I live in is owned by some elderly but I can't fabricate where we stay/
Eating some leftover bones of a catfish fillet/
I molded some sculptures out of my shit like clay/
Grabbed some 32oz malt liquor bottles on the corner store around the way/
I'm just stooped looking at people that wave/
The looks aren't intriguing just mostly grave/
Misbehaved and who knows the last time I must of shaved/
Unlikely to ever achieve greatness even when I'm worked like slaves/

(Hook)
We them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps/
We refer to facts and drop turds on tracks/
We roar, no purrs when asked/
In the streets we defer them rats/(x2)

[Verse 2: Croosh]

Stay Dirty as Old Bastards, no standards/
Foul, grimy, mangy, we still kick skuzzy raps grander/
Than the jury, grotty Hip-Hop flurries/
Unclean, disarrayed, excepted as furry/
I'm the scum that came from a universe that alternate/
Clutched words from here and altered it/
The Toxic slugging sludge Avenger/
Cruddy, rocking Lugz from a middle school September/
Damn that mess I used to remember/
Stole Mike Tyson's pigeon senders/
The messenger sent to burn the fake alive/
At the steak, meet Joan and I there around five/
I dive in balls first, no consequences/
Trying to play with a tennis ball, jumping fences/
Enter to dimensions through the 5th gate/
Elements uncharted, reaching for fate/

(Hook)
We them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps/
We refer to facts and drop turds on tracks/
We roar, no purrs when asked/
In the streets we defer them rats/(x2)

[Verse 3: Croosh]

Rejected from society/
Detested against sobriety/
Homeless feuds and rivalry/
No sure signs of piety/
Brushing off anxiety/
Achieved what I needed finally/
Went to the majors from the minor league/
Request not granted/
Your view appears slanted/
From the mainland I was banished/
Raised abruptly Spanish/
And was left with many questions unanswered/
Guided by the Led Zeppelin lantern/
Tampered with the roughest in the wild/
The feelings inside are sheer exile/
Alone I'm asleep like Asher in the bread aisle/
Wanting to escape like a long in depth trial/
Beef, you cowards are carne asada/
I'm the end result of Godzilla vs Mothra/
Never really had a place to call mi casa/
Roaming in a middle eastern madrasa/