InsaneMastermind - King Mastermind [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Okay let's get into it, i'm fluent in this music
I do intend to ruin anybody who's a nuisance
You booing got me movin ever closer to me stewin
Im a shoo-in to win guess I hold the line like I was queing
Im deeper than a pool is my hubris isn't foolish
To do this with no tool is stupid like dissin Nas on Blueprint
You droolin on the stool when you discuss my newer music
The ruling on the dew is that im doper than the coolest
When suing cats I threw in bats to watch how the courtroom would act
They flew in past the ruling smack and switched the winnings to my ass
Chew the fat with newer acts to find out how were doin that
Two in back when doin crap to watch out for the blue and black
They act real nice but tap 'em twice and you'll become a sacrifice
They slap with pipes and pasteurize with heaters in a black disguise
Stab a knife in your back surprise now you getting hacked and sliced
They jabbin guys for laughin right in their face because they flashed a nine

H:
There's a crown on my head and im sittin in a throne
I wear a robe and wield a staff so my power is shown
You could call me Kanye you don't want me in my zone
Cause if I get there imma blow and everyone gets thrown

How can I be king of rap when I ain't even king of me
My brains a national park with a shocking lack of scenery
My body is a temple, the kind that no one worships
And my thoughts are way more hated than Westboro Baptist churches
In and out of meetings and they all encourage therapy
Say that I could use somebody who is always there for me
But that type of shit ain't for me my old therapists hated me
Cause when they tried to figure out my brain it only angered me
I've been off of pills a while, cause they just weren't favorite style
They never fuckin worked for me they only helped me fake a smile
But my brain's still imbalanced, etiquette is a challenge
And all of this anger only hinders all my talent
I could write a verse that describes anything and everything
I try to write with energy and document my memories
But hatred keeps on coming through and telling me to gun at you
And it's boiling over and i'm clueless what im gonna do
The scale of fear is tipping in the direction of fearless
My inner voice is screaming but my outer voice can't hear this
Im doing what I wan't and it's costing me my future
Im ripping out my heart and i'm not looking for no sutures

Hx2

Sometimes I wake up screaming, sometimes I wake up sweaty
Sometimes I wake up shocked that I ain't get murdered by freddy
The bogeyman is after me, he's sick of my hate factory
Im taking up his business with my art of rhyme catastrophe
I hear the voice of the great beyond it's got a great ride to take me on
All I need to do is grab a gun and make sure there's no safety on
Point the barrel up at my head close my eyes and imagine red
Then squeeze the trigger and be delivered to fields and fields of the ragged dead
I feel all alone in the dark, there's no light not a single spark
Im brainless aching and made for hating and now there's a fire inside my heart
I build up rhymes like an architect, flow so hot that your heart could sweat
Go so hard that a marker get up and gives the page a target check
Clippy shows up starts askin me, if I really wanna post this masterpiece
But im doomed to do this and boom my music until nobody wana laugh at me
Im driven to be famous MC Miss Daisy on the mic
Im living to be heinous MC Dick Cheney on the mic
I ain't ever behavin MC Slim Shady on the mic
I hear you people sayin “him can be crazy on the mic”
Im waiting for my target on the rooftop crouching armed to snipe
But y'all act retarted “ these two shot ain't gonna harm him right?”

Hx2



Writing lyrics instead of work, cause if I don't my head'll burst
Im talking bout my gun and not the genre when I say folks hate my metalwork
Before you gun it and hit a hundred you gotta put your foot to the pedal first
My flow so fluid and my words so hot I boil over like kettle squirts
I can't imagine anything but me premiering platinum
But it's more like you see my disks and start to smear your crap at 'em
If I saw bitches do that i'd clap at 'em but they ain't gonna let me have a gun
I ain't gonna pass the test for one cause when they said I need to test I smacked 'em up
It seems nobody wants me, either in or out the rap game
Cause when it comes to rappin even I can see my crap lame
But im still proud of what I write, up till four the other night
Thinkin I don't know no rappers but it's possible my brother might
Way ahead of myself, thinking of connections
When I ain't heard nobody speak of my work with affection
They always criticize it, or outright say it's bullshit
My inner rooms are damaged and I heard my outer hull rip
Im completely exposed, I might take some damage
But when I talk to MC's I'm just meetin cheese like a sandwich
My point of this whole song is that I pour in so much effort
But when I stick my neck out all that happens is my neck hurts