Drew Skillz - Ziggurat Rock [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

It's the instrumental masochist
Venomous acid spit, givin basslines
An everlasting kiss/
Tempermental around their flatulence
Cause when they're rappin I'm catchin
The whiff of an ass' scent/
They're content with just seein the atlas
I think in a galactic sense/
Cause this ain't a game & you know
I'm no chuck Woolery, so miss me with
That balderdash or tomfoolery/
I'm wreckin rhymes so brutally
Booths become a grotesque scene/
Whoever's in the vicinity leaves
With a broke neck or a severed spleen/
Get'em high, like a weekend binge
On meth-am-phetemine/
You may only get to know this
Feeling but once, my advice dog
Is soak it up/
Unattainable spitsmith, deranged with
A sixth sense/
I'm breakin through to the highest
Planes of existence, my reflection
Is Godlike, a Raiden resemblance/
You'll have heart palpitations from
Listenin, this is intense shit/



HOOK:
(gibberish) I'm thinkin that
You talkin shit, but what is that/
I mean come on, you dont want it
You are not/
I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/
(gibberish) you should stop
Think you this, I think you not
You say you cold? but you not like
I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/


I spit that cochlear fornication
Mixed with a nuclear warrin nation/
Such an explosive mind fuck
Givin birth to the most sublime rush/
For every goal that I accomplish
& those intervals when I am hushed/
Im channelin, moments of inspiration
Searchin for soul synchronization/
Positive energy radiation, patient
Watchin an enemies aggrivation raisin/
Remain relaxed in a tense atmosphere
The graphic sense of their dramatics
It sends fear/
Im tryna generate that green love light
Let it permeate between us like/
Were the conductors of fate
But we've become what these corrupted
& fake fuckers create/
They want that, synthetic satisfaction
Think success is the amount of materials
You amass before you see a casket/
I give'em, organic orgasm
Climaxin from followin my core passion like...


HOOK:
(gibberish) I'm thinkin that
You talkin shit, but what is that/
I mean come on, you dont want it
You are not/
I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/
(gibberish) you should stop
Think you this, I think you not
You say you cold? but you not like
I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/



Recognize a God ahead of his time
So far so that it might seem as if I'm behind/
But if you catch a glimpse, it'll be in blurred photos
These are cruise line composed concertos
So pardon me if it seems that I show boat/
I do this work for pro bono
Cause I know some broke bros
Who needed somethin to make their soul glow/
Sho Nuff, it sounds so silky & smooth
Yet I'm bound to the most filthy of grooves/
I'm Bruce Banner when angered
Boastful bars I'm producin some bangers/
Appetite for amazement, free flowin
& never anchored/
Professional angler, might have
An anuerism tryna perfect place words/
Lord have mercy when I blaze herbs
I disengage from this time space merge/
Twistin the fabric of life
Exertin the passion of christ/
Shakin the very core of your being
To assure you once more that I am king/


HOOK:
(gibberish) I'm thinkin that
You talkin shit, but what is that/
I mean come on, you dont want it
You are not/
I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/
(gibberish) you should stop
Think you this, I think you not
You say you cold? but you not like
I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/