Electronic Jack - Nosebleed [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus: Electronic Jack]
So many thoughts runnin' through my head. (And)
Sanity hangin' on the the last thread. (Man)
I'm a product of what the law breeds. (Crooked)
Enough to give a nosebleed. (Now look it's..)

[Bridge]
Pressure...I hold fate on my shoulders
Colder...Than "The Iceman" or "Joker"
A loner...fixated on the future
The Shooter...Professional and Tutor

Hell's up...in my cerebellum
Help him...he knows not what they tell him
Fueled...by the Titan and the Kaiju
To do...anything to seek out the truth

The Ballad...a Symphony of Ramesses three
A Manic...depressive in his early twenties
Without a Lantern...blinded by the blight of the night
Stuck in a pattern...no conception of wrong and right

5'8...160...enemy of the state. The elite saboteur
More stories than Heavy Metal

[Chorus]

[Verse One]
No mercy for those who are purposely irking me, I'm verbally Hercules hurdling the statue liberty, literally at the heads of many MCs who to attempt to battle me. Bring the cavalry, my enemies commit harakiri as a form a flattery. Ask me again, how long it took for you to give it up? Slut. I can't imagine what's going to be up when this track gets radio radio play. "Grow up you little maggot, threatening women, buy a casket, I'm just laughing, get passed that, move on, (I'm cumming) grab a napkin." I speak on revelation(s), you rappers don't dare touch on. My word is bond like Donald Trump getting curbed stomped on

I'm fond of being the underdog in charge of the flog. I'm basically saying I'm your "dog" spelled backwards, White America is my Black Earth. I'm reborn from a curse, lookin' forward, I been board/bored, like Plank. Goin' hard in the paint, you can't, compare with the Dark Jedi. A second sight, in it's own. Still after my bone.-I make blood glow in the dark like an anime blow

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Brought up in the wealth caused by the devil himself. I reveled and built, a ladder to climb out of the depth. Now my whole brains set to expand, bland mind spans, but still corrupted by 4chan. Rewind time in the sand, and still, too busy having nightmares to concentrate. Forget what I obligate. Shun--what I was taught, to get work done. Shinani-guns-in-my-pocket along with a locket of all my dead memories. I thank my father and mother for this killer gene. Look, see..Not a marine that can compete with me

Only into girls as sharp as the queen's blade. I want a big booty on my lap while I play quake. How real is the cake? Please raise the stakes. I'm into real estate, one can say, I own the block. Fresh off of Amistad. More alive than Zod, and if I'm off beat, I'm unorthodoxly ignoring every rule you placed in front of me

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