Lucid - God's Grandson [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Lucid]
Lucid's real, with dualism and thrills
It ain't hard to tell like Gang-Starr on pars in Mass Appeal
No way I'll ever make it
With El on the Ill the face of Hip-Hop cracked
The little curse was killed
Like an egg, it was hatched, fed, handled in skill
Still snakes like Drake mix in old artificial mills
Flowers were made, people set for the ones who get paid
The top Hip-Hop 100, top 6 were blundered
So I'm bringing 94 back
Can't bring maybachs or May back
Instead I gifted April back
Need opportunities, hearing my shit
No distractions I breathe words
Leave sounds in your clique, percussions
Living life while I'm resting
I'm acting, not breathing
For sleep is my cousin
You're staring at death, touch my mic for a sec
An extension of my arms, tough day for the techs
And now you're death too
But you left behind, not your life
But an uneducated state of mind
Lifting spirits, I put my blood into these lyrics
What's a sacrifice if it don't end in hysterics
A beach lived fantasy, on the bright Bey
Sunshine I'm bright, clear, serene
Yasiin me?
Stuck in a mime box, the eyes are deceiving
Spitting a verse hot with echo's revealing

[Verse 2: Lucid]
So I'm vibing to my microphone held compact
Ways I spit rhymes with good time in lyrical abstract
Infact, my history had an eighth in line
And if I only live once then not once I'll live divine
In a room called real our clique stays forever
We call it a Common room for a New Wave of an era
Snapback mans trance on hypes I created in a trend I pretend
That we're all affiliated
I'm glad she rated it
When the rain are my bars crows on high streets run
Scatter, and cover up
When the cover is melted, I must be on acid
Still then micrograms can't get my mind past it
I've seen the rainbow, in the white light
It's what my mind can view in this
Old tight life
I imagine my own colour, but can you?
Close your eyes give it a chance and you might do too
But nar, you can't see it like Lucid did it
Crystal clear like LCD 'u' and 'i' ain't included
Big time words with no emotional high
I spit a drizzle make effects of the flap of a butterfly
Storms were created, I didn't even mean it
Cos my words were contested and taken out of the context
That i really only ever meant to say the first place
My story ain't worldwide
It comes from my birthplace
Lucid dreams I've been controlling my future
In a nightmare world it's only soon you'll see that..