Izuna - Pool's Closed [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Murderous wordsmith, the worst verbs is what I've emerged with
Please address me as "Sir Izuna The Superfluous"
Lyrically Merciless
Master of the curving fist
Confidence to Drop the world and begin Submerging it
We some tanks y'all can't roll in the dirt with us
We some deities like Achilles, Herc or Perseus

Lucifer I'm So Unsure of us
Suicidal immortal downed Pills and syrup I've sipped a Third of it

I'm so fucked up, I feel invincible
Its like I'm Clark Kent with pencil- uh wait
I feel invincible, overtly cynical
Jihad these infidels
With off topic syllables

Bad habit of playing the devil advocate
Attack until its ashes is what my army finds Adequate
Rap until maximum madness within manifests
Mental pack rat of my closets and Cabinets
Lash at hats with Hadoukens and spinning lariats
With Rhymes schemes so elaborate
Like I Wrote this shit Lost in Pans labyrinth
Relaxing taking baths in the fucking pits of Lazarus

(Relaxing taking baths in the fucking pits of Lazarus)
(The pool's closed)

Grapple you, slap you with spiked armlets like a black jew
Tossing all types of false logic like a false prophet at you
Posted in Times square with eyes flared
Stepping on your feelings after telling you that I care
I'll fuckin' I'll fuckin' shove you down a flight of stairs
Followed by a flying elbow drop with a spiked chair right there

Lin Kuei displays when I Rip out his guts
Leave him to rust
I am the iron spirit
Leave those inspire when they hear us

In my brief Moments of clarity I am a Singularity
Tear of piece of reality with ninja like dexterity
Do this shit for my therapy your rap affairs is parodies
Bombs before we declare a beef
Sharing Melodies of Heresy
Embracing Conspiracies
You rapper is Delicacies
Nine hundred and ninety felonies I'm Bill Bellamy
That's my Legacy
Never gave a fuck my Mind stays in a constant state of celibacy