Modill - Nod [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Racecar)

Mcs who ain't having these I still got yours
Hold the mic down like gravity from shore to shore
Stole it right don't be mad at me there's no reward
More chaotic than neutral with a longful sword
See I never feel the need to be forceful more
But I will up the stakes and force the scores
Scorch the floor
Switch the board
And torch your core
We force your door
Melt mic like torch that's small
Realize realism I ignite you ignore
No invite to my endos I recite you rapport
You pissed your draws with stuff that piss the lord
Osmosize her surprise while I rip it raw
See several self-destruct button somebody skill like skeeball
Trying to get up by themselves like see-saw
See-saw landing my wounds from free fall
Have thoughts of dead presidents and just getting free ya'll

Nod

Hey don't believe the hype
Just perceive the height
If you a knee high type
Then you can't receive the hype
Haters stare at red dots to see to see my sight
Race car with that head bop, I tree by night
I'm here to rock the rural
All the way to the urban
With my herdsman
Like we had nukes in tightly wrapped turbans
Serve you virgin beats breakfast plus bedhead
Turn and kid your whole tournament
Spitting strictly shed spread
Hip hop is seeming far-fetched
The peoples are star set
Keep my eyes ahead and in my head like target
Smash the mic like smashing pumpkins that metatarsus
Deadly chemicals that got this driver car sick
For good measure beat his brain bloody like bar six
Carved it, don't give a, got the back of my caucus
A hard head, headed for a heart of a Maltese
But mark this
These kids are stuck on stupid like starfish

Nod, Nod, Nod...

Yow if wonderland is bliss I'm underground staring at earth worms
Tunnel for the light like a player with his first perm
Words squirm race car on that space-bar
Place the bar beyond optimum pace
Now your face drawn
Make marks maintain model don't miss tradition
Just spread nuclear fiction on this road to perdition
Submission impossible like overdose of claritin
Mission is possible but pay someone embarrassing
There is ten for everyone but still remain hidden
In the underground fan-base tweak more than riddilin
Trying to make marks like you smell rubber skidding
We got no fake thoughts man how the fuck you living?
My lips might be quivering when I'm through considering
But in the midst of chaos I bomb with a calm delivery
Adverse reacts to whack like bones of chivalry
Drops on to inform like my palm is shivering