CV$PXR - Olympus (prod. Mr. Bristol) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One]
Who the coldest and the tightest on the mic? That's me
The whitest mothafucka that you ever did see
I pull up to the scene, sour cream complexion
Inspecting, detecting, correcting defection
Injecting your heads with infectious inflection
Collecting, reflecting, selecting direction
Attaining attention, pursuing progression
Playfully planting the perfect perception
Cure imperfections through pure introspection
And astral projection
My mind is my weapon
The next resurrection
I'm steadily blessing
Rejecting objections
And lacking respect for the jakes
Never making mistakes
No affection for snakes
Yeah I'm cutting the grass like everyday
Then I puff then I puff then I pass you the dank
Let the indigo wave overflow in your brain
You a slave to the papes
But there's hope for escape
Just take what you love and make it your life
Intuition and passion will guide you through strife
At the end of the tunnel's a light
So you gotta keep your eyes fixed
Keep fighting the titans

[Hook]
Hold up now, who the fuck thinks they're gonna tell me to tone it down?
See me on the streets with the team, we blowing loud
Br-break it down by the pound, it go around
When I'm sitting in the throne with the crown, I'ma hold it down
Who the fuck thinks they're gonna tell me to tone it down?
See me on the streets with the team, we blowing loud
Br-break it down by the pound, it go around
When I'm sitting in the throne with the crown, I'ma hold it down

[Verse Two]
Now I got the whole globe under my hypnosis
Slipping you a dose of the potent potion
Causing commotion, the boldest, smooth like lotion
Moving the masses, harmonic motion
I want you to know this
I'ma be here when its all looking hopeless
You can find me just floating through the cosmic
All our ganja is chronic
Our shrooms hydroponic, our acid is toxic
I'm crafting the tonic, philosophic logic
Chaotic melodic, I'm dropping the bombest
Faster than sonic, there's no fucking contest, so stop it
I really suggest, put that weak shit to rest
Cuz it's testing my patience
You flexing and faking, just wasting your impact
I keep all of the rhymes intact in fact its a violent act
When I body a track
You would think I'm on crack with how fast that I'm stacking these racks on these racks on these racks
All my rapping is whack, I'm just playing
I don't even know what I'm saying
But I have to confess
I'm possessed with this quest
To just free the oppressed of this nation
Stay blessed and stay brazen

[Hook Two]
Who the fuck thinks they're gonna tell me to tone it down?
See me on the streets with the team, we blowing loud
Br-break it down by the pound, it go around
When the time comes around for the fam and the friends I'ma hold shit down