Holocaust - Ghost Pirates (Old Los Angeles) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Skarekrow]

[Intro: Warcloud]
You find yourself devoured by woodland creatures
Lighting matches under my hat, ghost pirates
Frosty mug of rum

[Verse 1: Warcloud]
Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemics
I bust slugs that love to figure skate through meat
We had a merry war, turned MCs to cabin boys
I carved Wu-Tang in its eye, you heard the stabbing noise
Rawhead Rex, snake eater from dungeon
A web of dead bodies in a sewer underground London
Passion in the desert, my guns are love backward
Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter
Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter
My forearm is made out of rifles that bust factor
And pop might murder the woman in the hereafter
I laugh cause I'm a pirate, shot you twice in the abdomen
Then opened up the back of his head like a cabinet
The blood sprayed into my face and ran down my revolver
Like the gaze of the next victim I slaughtered
Caught within a second, he wandered down the tunnel
Till the ghost of a little boy ran by at the end
I squeeze a trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrant
All wet with blood on godly assignment
Slap a whippersnapper, ya's better mount up and slither
I smack you like a bear swats a salmon out of a river

[Hook 2X: Warcloud]
Roll him up in the carpet, carry him up the staircase
Ghost Pirates, Old Los Angeles and we're fabulous
Rhyme biohazardous, shot him twice in the abdomen
Then opened up the back of his head like a cabinet

[Verse 2: Skarekrow]
My liquids drip through your storm drains, stained window sills
Black feather birds gathered in the back of the cornfield
Stuck like a quicksand on rich land
While apostles try to translate the novels in the palm of my hand
I break training wheels and kick stands
Produced clones of myself with one hair strand
Live in stereo, perform miracles at your burial
One shot from from my crossbow is enough to scare you sterile
Mars applies, blanket your a eyes in the skies
While I'm on the low, tiptoeing through the shadows
Setting the stage for my entrance
When I hit the street, smoke leaving me like incense
Intense events, shiny instruments, got you ducking my bucking
My introduction is deep moans and groans
Screaming bone collector, soul resurrector, bloody whore show records
Swoop down and take ya man's hands like checkered
You all left beheaded by the dreaded Skarekrow
Fiery war chants giving oak branch elbows
Stone bones staircase, my home and air base
You misplaced, now which way do you go?
Yo, I jump and bite your Adam's apple
The air hits thirty three below
You trapped wit the iceman made of hot snow
Old clothes, innocent blood, throwing a cemetery club

[Hook 2X]

[Verse 3: Warcloud]
Trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, that are twice dead
The sleepy old man who tips his head
He said, "I have a bat in my belt for you and a baseball in my bed"
A skeleton loading a revolver in a snowstorm
Vampire wolf in the studio in my ghost form
Feet in the mud, my slugs are like thugs
That get all up in you at twilight like street surgeons
Gape into the future with black markets of organs
Hand the project kid some loot and a pair of Jordans
Block head niggas, my pawn, y'all get a hold of that
In the red lands, red boulders, watch the ogre's hat
The long shadow, hard rain in America
Cantaloupes fall out of your back from cannon raps
They leave the scene bloody, I'm haywire and nutty
Warcloud, who bit open them beats and got muddy
Now I lounge on the track with the Skarekrow
Give knuckle sandwich delicacy and it's real as the hallway
Gats sunk to me, let's murder some more web heads
An old jagged fence where you hang your clothes to dry

[Verse 4: Skarekrow]
Thank God, we bust, blow clutch, put big green in unnamed trust
Miscellaneous, my code name alias
Word archery, armory, perform tracks surgery
Givin' you brain strains and lower back pains
When you talk, I cover ya tongue like fat daddy shoe strings
Blow ya game in the grain wit stainless styles
Black Angus, stoned off by igneous, enemy lust
Left them all in the dust, now must
You keep playin' ya self, and claim you payin' dues
You the type, go head, rush out, and tell old news
Wouldn't know the delphonics if I left you clues
Tangled and strangled in the game of 'snap fool'
I seen more life in a statue, uh
And the truth hurts like body piercings and tattoo
My mental strength is chemically natural, physically impossible
To be recreated, upgraded and duplicated, formats fat and saturated
You must have heard too many shots when the ghost pirates raided

[Hook 2X]

[Outro: Warcloud]
Immortal battalion with pirate ship and a ghost crew
Explosives twisted in my being