June Marx - He Without Sin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Too many will ignore The Prophecy
The Marx sharper than archery
For odyssey I'm like the blueprint of a robbing spree
Raised in Kanasi, Brooklyn is a part of me
Though i pump the Third World through my artery
And honestly, I'm not the type to conversate
No need to conquer hate I just burn weed and contemplate
Karma awaits, off to the fate of the Fallen Son
Breathing through the harshest slum
Season of the Marxman has begun
I'm deceasing all these fraudulents and crums
Prepare for the genocide
It's best to hide
Appaling craft bars and express them live
My style will surpass yours when the flesh subsides
And I stand alone, on a damaged throne
Home located underground like a catacomb
Smack a clone
Replicate my status
I elevate the masses and deficate on rappers

[Hook]
I paint a picture of the world that you might not like
From what i write, don't believe the hype
I paint a picture of the world that you might not like
But this is life, this can't be right
I paint a picture of the world that you might not like
From day and night, from sound to sound
I paint a picture of the world that you might not like
From what i write, from what i write

[Verse 2]
And now we got paranoia, mind altering drugs
The sound of the euphoric state to prolong the buzz
I go strong and budge into my position deserved
Sick with the word, explicit absurd
This kid is disturbed
Still he emerged from the toxic waste
But got to hide his face and disguise him from despising snakes
My mind escapes, the treasure lies in observation
My aura shines like the Gemini Constellation
The best is born, gaurded like The Pentagon
In present form, i rep whatever ground I'm stepping on
The weapons on
I discipline my actions, the ignorant outlasting
I'm militant in fashion
Brazilian attacking, civilians I'm slashing
I'm surfed like an assassin, Brazilian Magnum
And I craft the text, lead you to the path of death
Surpass the flesh, write until nothing but ash is left