Intalek - Synesthesia [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[TheeKIDICARUS]
Better punters and better runners for better games
Better runners and better gunners for deading lames
I am the phoenix that's rising out of the fire flames
Melted wax on winged backs, just check the name
Marbled floors we cascade in the rain shower
Grey washed, cathedral ceilings, and beige counters
Got nothing but bad bitches that stay 'round us
You would swear they was Little Mermaids, the way they flounder
'Round the whole crew trying to get a glimpse
Trust a muscle will flex on these little shrimps
Cocaine whores trying to get a little sniff
Cuz A nigga so potent, you get high off a whiff
You could fly off a cliff, holding hands with your bitch
Let the smoke aerate your lungs and die from this shit
I ride or die for this shit, sit and cry for this shit
Been through hell and game back, I survive for this shit
I'll be damned if a nigga get me
Inside my temple of stone angels I pray protect me
Statues with purple pews and holy water
I levitate inside the heavens, holding my daughter
Ambrosia and hyacinth rain from the gods
This is my story, of how a nigga just beat the odds

[Intalek]
Red grapes on a gold plate
Wine in a challis
Paranoia around
Hear the echoes in my palace
Million dollar gold bars
Rapping ain't a challenge
I do it for the world
Trying to restore the balance
I'm a pharaoh in my own right
Modern day Ramses
2Pac resurrected until they understand me
Malcom X mentally, Nat Turner spirited
Hitler with this wordplay, Auschwitz fairness
But I don't put no queer in this
Castro, Cuba
Brand Nubian rubies on a rap Grand Puba
Gold plated crown, diamonds on the trim
Beats sewn in my robes, women on every limb
Young king born gladiator, fight for respect
Right to inject love, then even up like a calibrator
Lion inside is dying to ride
Flava Flav with no clock, never finding the time
I never slip up, living out every dream with my eyes wide
Shatner rapper, bars got a price line
I know God got the plan and the right time
And the flame, but I'm ready to ignite mine
I can hear it everytime a nigga write rhymes
Food for thought, for salivating tight minds
I drop bombs on your dot coms
Usernames, passwords, hear it when you log on
Yeah, you hear the product of a prince
Marble countertops, plates of Indian shrimp
Lamb meats, shisha for dessert
Get a glimpse of the life
The future musical talent can't resist
Born ready for how the world birthed me
Mama raised, but the streets burped me
Now I'm worth everything that I've earned, B
So close your eyes and let the color hit the speaker
Words paint a picture, this is synesthesia