Has-Lo - Storm Clouds [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

When the storm clouds roll in it's unlike phase
Cause the palms on my hands absorb the solar rays
And engulf the Earth and flame the last days
I might roll molecular specs the next phase
The evolution- Has a hybrid human or effusion
Muscle-mass balloon iron glaze
Armor skin black ebony blend- slang phrase
Transform my braids to razor blades
To hack off your mic hand blood splashes stage face is shock
Crowds still suede hypnotically
Policy- that of operative steed anonymous
Infrared seeing silhouette where the problem is
Throwing heads photograph
Macked in the software
Choreographed routines in cross air
Bring rains to cool down the surface of the planet
Anyone alive is left stranded

[Hook]

When the storm clouds swarm the sky
(The storm clouds) swarm the sky

[Verse 2]

The next epic
The next epic- much more than Battle of Olympus
Diamond sift needle cutter record twelve inches
Soldier of a new day- deep inside of trenches
Heavy armed defense when murdering senseless
I acquire powers still unique to theory
Earthquakes break gaping holes in the realties
My love was a nine headed Hydra
In Hillman disguise it killed me inside
Well waiting for the real queen
I’m out of feeling unemotional- sober view
Greek god Apollo- flesh vessel Has-Lo
Mind elevation be the message in a bottle
And breaks through our green and blue sphere through the cosmos
Through the galaxy and the nebulas
Set to busting thieves cut atoms ever touch (touch)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

And forty days a mountain range began to raise
Erosion reanimated Earth under waves
So real by comparison I lay fell my cinema
Salt in the floods corrodes the inner crust
And the outer crust flushed in the volcanic ash
We went hail that passed through your nasal like coke dust
The lack of oxygen a give a slow rush
Lightning strikes trees with the speed of king cobras
Struggling to get a breath of air but it chokes us
Search for a sun in the sky with no luck
Smelling rancid plants and fruit gag ‘till you throw up
I slide off like my tectonic plates touch
Something very delicate- when you oppose
I call sharp pens I wouldn’t pose ‘till I failing with
Froze your whole frame and here’s to the scenery
Fatal blows are dealt quite frequently