STaTiiX - RED (Wax Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

See the red ooze where bad bruises later will lay
Cuz this pen moves my zen through, projected in ink
No instrumental is safe, get some perspective and think
It's pure poetry, only you don't notice it
Just keep your head flowing in that up and down motion
Until you're mentally blank, totally floating
Like a boat in a glistening creek, see these visuals speak
Now envision it sank, I guess you figured out ...
Red, River Nile, my scripture's something biblical
You could call me a God, but I ain't something fictional
Or mythical, I'm flesh and bone, though angellic with syllables
Little flaws, already done worked em out
Cept' snakes claiming they real, straight from the serpent's mouth
I found a purpose now, took my words to open ground
And planted down the Oak of Sound, so profound
The way I give away flows would make Oprah proud
When you find me, in the booth vibing
Might as well go and get your noose tied up, I'm like a bukkake
Coming for your throat and mouth, If they crucify my music
Then I'll open clouds, ascend to heaven
As the DMT freely leaks into my cerebellum
The angels' trumpets blaring as the paramedics settle
And declare me dead, but that's a metaphor
I stay sharper than the fucking set of claws
That are on Freddy's glove, these dope lines
Are reminiscent to coke lines, Tony Montana shit
Homie I go banana split on the track so you have to
Admit the world'll be mine soon, fuck making it rain
I spit whirlwinds and monsoons, my mind moves
Mountains while you steady struggling to climb dunes
Either I'm stoned on acid or these tablets are inscribed proof
That I set my standards high like it's a divine rule

[Bridge x2]

I'll paint the town red and let the bulls in
Striking matches for a hit, fresh out the bullpen
I said I'll paint the town red, let the bulls in
Striking matches for hit, fresh out the bullpen

[Verse 2]

These rap mannequins ain't fucking with STaTiiX
On a poetic tip, my ettiqute is better than it's ever been
I got my head together now, brainstorming
Is the only time it clouds but, ever since I've found a
Definite direction, everyone around is
Heckling this question: what's the meaning of life?
Open up your eyes and maybe you could find truth
It's beneath the lies, read between the lines
A secret side you'd even be surprised to find
The answer's in every single art and craft
Every star that's born, with every cosmic blast
Finding beauty in the red we all come from
The feeling of having nothing to being someone
Knowing life is flowing through your veins
Showing life that you control the reins
The red ink straight seeping through the pages
Funny how dead kings still enslave the vagrants
The paper chase is anything but sacred
I just want my name to be remembered for ages
I'm breaking from this caged matrix
No more playing safe with my life, any chance, I'mma take it
Cuz living is a gamble and that ain't on some Drake Shit
Making shit happen, captain on the top deck
I'll play my aces then I'll move to slots next
Best believe I'mma roll the dice, and see my dreams
Of coming through your TV Screens like the motherfucking poltergeist
Come to life on the mic, so goodbye and farewell
To the people saying I'd never make it
Anywhere, hell for all I care, they can sip piss like Bear Grylls
I ain't thinking bout ever slowing down
No time to rest, gonna grind till the death
Cuz all I see right now ... is red