K-Rino - Flip Side of Reality [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
I'm in a heavy metal vibe in a rage
But since I don't use a guitar I slam and burn bodies on stage
I shout and spit at these doubting tricks because they counterfeit
I'll swallow dusk speck and knock a ton of dust up out of it
I hold my folder overhead until my shoulders burn
I'll show you what I learned when I get back from the point of no return
My bars be loaded with palsy
My phone works in reverse, so I'll hang up in your face before you call me
Set you in the depths of this medley
Once I lock you in my head G, you'll never leave again like a dead tree
They look at me and say this guy's scary
While you wearing a tiny backpack on books, I carry a library
I stand calm through the chaos and violence
And the only thing that breaks my concentration is silence
Only classic lines rise from my lid
Sometimes I think I wish I thought of that, and then I realise that I did

[Verse 2: K-Rino]
My hand is faster than the eyes, so blink quick
I'm so naturally instinctive that I swing fists before my brain thinks it
The Anarchist who ran farthest through the grand darkness
My flow scorches a man's carcass like a pan's sausage
I spark mystical thoughts that rise about the hardest
Raw enough to hide your car inside its own glove compartment
The trained shogun so approach me real slow son
Cause I don't even trust the dude who told me to trust no-one
When it leaves my mouth, it doesn't take a strong amount
One ounce of what I douse is like a glass of Kool Aid at Jim Jones' house
You see he's frail
I'm harder than a seashell with deep spells that let me snatch DNA samples from emails
You're shell-shocked when the spell drops
I almost went to jail for putting a bag of ricin in my own mailbox
You specialise in phrase adoption, I display self-made concoctions
Plus I break scales when I weigh my options

[Verse 3: K-Rino]
My head spins forwards and backwards on an antenna-like axis
Then I practice writing raps that cause anaphylaxis
The lead professor, I go deeper in each semester
The beat infector, specially trained continent reconnector
My genius stripes been earned, the wisest men learned
At my feet Einstein couldn't have made it as my intern
Verbal infern, no pity or concern
I run circles around you full speed until I melt you with the wind burn
Then send vocals out this world until the moon is warmer
Walking through metal detectors with a suit of armour
The true performer, writing volumes on a single pad
And to your life your subtraction is the only thing I'll add
My mind glides like a high-tech design ride
Plus I saw you clear as day from a blind side
I made a big mistake, you're not the guy I meant to help
Disconnected my body parts just to reinvent myself