El Sangre - Letras Falsada (Fake Lyrics) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

You're addicted to coffee but you're never gonna wake
The mainstream water is alcohol, all is fake
I will educate, I'll make you respirate
You buy white powder to line up and insufflate
But lies are served on your silver plate, the world is anyone's for them to take
So shut your mouth, Broca's area incision, your mission is to listen to this ill composition
The world is yours, or mine or his
People who are rich could sell their own piss

Your studios tell you what to write
There's no good bars in our line of sight
They drive good cars, hide their emotional scars
Down the street fast, cocaine in a glass
So here's our chance, here's our opportunity
Their words cannot come through to me, they cannot tutor me
A slimy snake has no hands I want to shake
I am not illiterate, I'm as hard as slate
Everything I do is without mistake

My literacy is immaculately, unadulterated accuracy
Adequately, I smash tracks systematically
Like an ex getting vexed, it comes back to me
So the mix gets slain, it gets put to shame
Cums as quick as a child getting brain
A mic in hand, I spread the harm
But you're wasting time with vaseline inside your palm

Subliminal criminals shown on my terminal
Pains from abdominals, it's unprofessional
Because we're getting close to a post fallout era
Call out, see clearer, no doubt products are dearer
Even faker than milk called "soya"
You get reeled in so they can destroy ya

So if your studio is giving you letras falsada
I'm gonna lyrically murder lo que han comprada
Tal vez estas armadas, our guns use palabras
Gracias, de nada, rapida matada
Yo vengo alli, como el papi
Yo tomo los corazones, matando sin razones
Mis palabras son el humo que te rompen los pulmones

I don't insult, I describe
When I think of media, I think of lies
Some mic skills are so weak and shit
That it couldn't beat the piss out of a sponge soaked with it

Just like Finnish, you don't care about the C, you just want K
I study mathematics and don't get EMA
My gun always ricochets because I have no pay
No real piece to make men deceased
Orphanages unfilled unlike your mother's anal cavity
Low energy like your cerebral battery
Destroy more clunge than cervical cancer, hands bare
Dick gets wet more often than a dancer man's hair
My gun always ricochets because I have no pay
No real piece to make men deceased
Orphanages unfilled unlike your mother's anal cavity
Low energy like your cerebral battery
This track has more raw energy than the sun
My power level is reaching nine thousand and one
When unconscious I'm still more productive
My lyrics are like gold, rich and conductive
If I'm in a farm I don't need a tractor
Cause I'm deadly like an AIDS patient being a flu contractor

I have a better cardio than the US army yo
My body is full of tones and definition
It has tones like a musical composition
And it's defined like a dictionary expedition
Muscular endurance like Hercules
I like curvy girls like weapons that are Nepalese

Sick flow to make the fellas go "Oh!"
That's everything that you ever used to know
Similes, storytelling, punchlines, metaphors
That's how sick you used to be, until you met a whore
Her name's Slavery, no more freedom in your writing
No one will pay for me, I won't get noticed fighting
I have full control over my own creativity
You're a sick rapper, but in lyrical captivity
Which is shit, it's probably your favourite activity
Conniving and providing for those who are dying
To hear something everybody's heard before
I'm supplying, you're denying, but you're not even trying
But you should because they are concerned for more
I'm confirmed for war, what you do has already been done
You really gotta buck your ideas up, my son