Rhythmic Debris - Libido [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Mildred]
Hype men gents blow him up like hydrogen
Take the stage, truly blowing up like Saibamen
In search of green, it’s alien to me
Mic’s my weapon, Debris causes them to flee

[Verse 1: Mildred]
Pass the mic, like pass the bong
Words fuel it, ideas spark for a class of songs
Raps my treasure, I need to live by it
Dreams to catch up on sleep, plus improve my diet
Threaten his own life span, too hard to get cemented
Though weapon in his right hand, had them all attentive
Voice projection, to dazzle the room
His words forced into the mental like Scrabble and a spoon
You can always crack willpower, time to attack it’s Millz hour
Bitter vulgarity, slap em real sour
More lines than an ounce provide
Count on him to be council shy
Keep your pride, pussy, possessions
Only pussies pride on possession, least that’s what I reckon
Steal a car, really breaking in horses
Don’t fear the dark, I’m Satan though exhausted
Insane though exalted, in pain flow is halted
Can main, though it’s in vain to stay holstered
I marvel
Too paste a view, radio rappers repetitive like brush, rinse and gargle
Only losers at the Millhouse, least I think so
Looser lyrics though I still trounce, I blink so
Play the sad card, my presence is 22 in Blackjack
In essence, I’m here to groove with fact rap

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mildred]
I’m a ruler with a pen, that’s why my lines are straight up
They try to blackball with their rhymes, but get ate up
Deadly as a WWE punch
Ironic to save cheddar, you gotta cut the double cheese lunch
His rap gifts were stolen, Grinch imagery
Conquered the game like Mongolians and clinched victory
I knew the whole crowd was sensitive
Deny it, you’re too fake, had their jaws dropped like a dental kit
Attachment to poetry is sentimental maybe
Words are reliable, but sent his mental crazy
Words are an underestimated attack, when you’re educated come back
Segregated from spitting whack rap
These rappers are dummies, simple enough for infants
Seek peace in his mental temple, in an instance
Convert a man, to a manequeen
Murder a beat so you understand my dreams
It’s hip hop