Orinoco - Master Of The Rhymes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chorus
I Will Never Soften Up
I Will Never Give Up
To Many I'm Hated
I Turn Blood To Wine
Like I'm Divine
Pour It Into Bottles
An Army Of Apostles
To Preach My Gospels
To Pass The Time
I Became A Master Of The Rhyme

Verse 1
Yo I'm the Irish Jesus armed with great white jaws
With bars so perfect other rappers can't compete with my flaws
Some say I have a weird personality, the type to burst into an insanity
The beast with rage, that won't seize to amaze
I'll just leave you in a haze, makin you shit yourself while you breathe on my blade
I'm sicker than a hospital patient diseased with aids
An undead emcee that'll feast on your brains
I swarm your rhymes like africanised honey bee hives
My poetry flows like alcohol remedying your lives
I roll like gypsies in a caravan, filled with bombs like I'm the taliban
Travelling through afghanistan, looking for the border to pakistan
I arrive at your house to pelt it with bottles of ciders, kopparbergs, magners, guiness and harp
You know how I do i rhyme from the heart
(Chorus)
Verse 2
Yo I'm on conservation watch an endangered emcee with a flow so rare
A constant irritation like the guy from go compare
Not an ugly guy but I'll kill you with a cold stare
My words carry more weight than the biteforce of a polar bear
I'll throw you off your seat and beat you with a foldin chair
And kick your ass from here to the artic and leave you over there
My mouth spits heat and my ass fires solar flares
My raps won't stop till diamonds break and my message is well deployed
And I collapse the earth shake the foundations of the underworld till hell's destroyed
I arrive at a rap congregation with beer and lager
When I start to spit people begin clearin the cypher
By the end of the verse they are fearin McIvor
Because I attack outta nowhere with power and stealth like a Siberian Tiger
(Chorus)
Outro Verse
I break bodies like bread
While you pray to be dead
Resurrection of a new dawn
When I'm gone
You will remember the song
Remember you're inferior
To the creator
With a crown of thorns
I'll leave your scalp torn
To pass the time
I became a master of the rhyme