EiBE - Poisonous Poetry [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse:
Pause
Regurgitation’s assimilation inside the simulation that we haven
I'm sorry, Edgar Allan got me Raven, bout the Poe
Misbehaving, chasing cravings at my chamber door
Ravening bout the cravings a Wes Craving, may-be portrayed
Always understating the overstatements of innovation
Them your inner Satans just contemplating to keep you caged in…
The Daze
But In These Days in Time
My mind finds rhyme at the oddest of times
It's the hardest of times, for the artists to shine
When the art is to shine, by blinding your kind
With the lies in your rhymes
Ill and deceitful is the truth in all people
We're all born good, just the music is evil
We all ain't hood, but the chains are the steeple
Defining "What's Good" as the phase we speak through
(My Nigga, nigga) //
Back ta packing a mack in the back affirming action
A clever Pun for those similacing , this verbal macking
A Nazi faction of factious habits, these verbs inhabit
So my Peter's rabid, when chasing cabbage, these hoes is having
Making me that Silly Rabbit ,when chasing tricks
So I Kick Game like Pele , trying to get ta the hat trick
Fit pain ta havoc, Spitting Hatterish Madness
Down the Rabbit-Hole, swallow mathematics to add cents
Which accents, my 96 accent
Cause It was written, D'evil's 'll make you Blasphemous
And Mos Def the auditorium is ecstatic, Bitch
Cause when I spit good music is the consequence
Contemplating such condensation as Common Sense
Composed compendiums of nomenclature, consonances
Consequently the conversation's a dollar
Poisonous poetry proposed by Pimp Scholars

Repeat x2
What it is/
You Know, They Know What it is/