Novatore the Cyborg - Vengeance [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Novatore]

Cacophonous lyricism
Treat you dicks like circumcision
Break you down like long division
Couldn't fathom my flow with an algorithm
Taking risks, doing hits, light the fuse and hit the switch
Throwing bombs in to crowds of pigs like the anarchists in 86
Masked up, blacked out
Smashing out the windows of your jewelry store
Ain't no telling what i'm about to do
Make no mistake that I came for war
Teeth on the floor when I start to scheme
Dreams of black masks and some gasoline
Magazines start the prison riot
CO's on fire as they start to scream
Fight for myself I ain't no messiah
Narcs on the stand singing like a choir
Call me a loser but I keep it real
You just act the part but you're a fucking liar
But that's how it goes in this fucking life
So I hate the world and im anti-social
Mind has snapped and im goin postal
Wanna keep me hush but I keep it vocal
Running the streets, snitches in sheets
Fighting and fucking, not loving police
Watching the clock, loving the chase
Stay sharp as a knife, so i'm dodging a case

[Verse 2: Novatore]

Clad all in black with a mask we the bad guys
Glad 'cuz you ain't wrapped up in a body bag
Memories hurt much more than the silence
Violence a tool like a pen and a note pad
Mother fuck pistols, swords in the back seat
Whole team love blood like a maxi
Who's still talking? jaws clapping
Talking shit say I changed cuz I'm rapping
You know the program is still dead cops and missing nazis
No gold chain no paparazzi my attitude still be like fonzie
Run op on me and prepare to go
Heart turning cold like chicago snow
I got hate for the state and it's to the core
And I'm still down to ride for the class war like..
Gonna smash on the pig til the shit stop, til his shit pop
Gonna grab the Glock, put him in a lock
Make him sweat like I'm Hitchcock
Prone to poverty and violence kill a capulet
Pounds of sweat illiterate i take you the cabaret
Protagonists I kill that wasn't in the manuscript
Ballroom left in blood from when I busted out the extra clip
Bricks in my grip, windows ain't shit
Like cats I be fighting they drop when they're hit
Much love for the fires of vengeance
Much love for the taking of risks