Stose - Influenced [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Henry Rollins]

[Hook: Stose]
Destroy everything in my path
It’s time to burn it down
We'll rise up from the underground
We'll take this fucking town
I control the masses
And we came to shut it down
We all on common ground and
They influenced by my sound

Influenced by my sound
They influenced by my sound
They came to shut it down
And they influenced by my sound
(x2)

[Verse 1: Stose]
The underground is overflowing
Misfits rising up
Our army won't stop growing
Yeah we bout to stir it up
We coming for the throne
You about to give it up
They say we on our own, man
But we don't give a fuck
They saying stop
But I can't slow down
I can see through you
Like an ultrasound
We sniff you out
Like a basset hound
There is no where in this world
Where you're safe and sound
We crawling out the gutter
While families gaze and shudder
We coming for your bread
And we coming for your butter
Oops, sorry, did I stutter?
I said we coming for your bread and butter
And we coming for you head
And seeing red
Shit is widespread
And we removing all this clutter
We been bubbling underground
Like wine in the cellar
We are the lost and found
We are the street dwellers
You walk through life blindly
You are the Helen Keller’s
I don't buy their bullshit
They ain't no top tier seller
We repel the bullshit
We got that citronella
When it rains it pours
We use you as an umbrella

(HOOK)

[Verse 2: Stose]
Born in a well
And I'm still climbing my way out
I got my homies on my back
I know they got me no doubt
They put you behind bars
Well time to tear em down
Release all the prisoners
Let’s burn this fucking town
Im yelling burn burn everything
We’ll start with the five oh
We gonna level out this city
Everything but skid row
Spend our nights on the streets
We bout that quid pro quo
Ima Virginia born hustler
But they already know
And its those nights on the street
That made us tougher than you
I'll read your last rites and
Smoke a puffa with you
You built your walls up
And then we came busting through
They tell me line up my heroes
But I got nothing to queue
This world is now ours
Never should have been entrusted with you
What you've done with world
Makes me so disgusted with you
The thoughts plague my mind
How you be so uncouth
And this is the rise
Of the maladjusted youth

(HOOK)