The Mess - My Definition [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

-Verse 1-
Massacre by the bay, descendant of Ahmed Bey
Got an arsenal full of casings stashing uppercases
M and S syllables make you bum in waste
As pelicans, no mask fits my face in a masquerade
Better be pat for the bad, coz my hairy harm will shake
Quakes, brains across the equator, go axe Harlem mayor
Blips showing lames, here's your pink slip from the game
Light fifty's the interface, like Bob Lee
Swagger's expandin nowadays more than Aids
It's over, nobody now can charm the sucks of my grenade
Rehabilitate this art
I brought a base where i cultivate em verses on a hypersurface
Serve em illnesses, that you've never right on heard of, and sophists
My purpose's so perplexing, but what certain is
I'm gonna five a CPR to all the curbed ish
One single spit and it's a PCR bringing back
The realists RNA synthesis, so have vigilance

-Chorus-
My definition, many misknow my definition
Everything around is orderly messed
My definition, my definition is a mess collision(X2)

-verse 2-
From my rearview, i don't think my frequencies
Will reach your auditory system
If i keep on rhyming next the the Stauroteuthis Syrtensis
In my abyssopelagic block, capial of dark
With the shape of Magic Johns in 98 of prime
From my Frank view, i'm depending on passing to another Ocean
Make my main repute, influence with this and spread my Enza flu
With them cells wiggin out on garbage i'm immiscible
To the sticky fart on radio i'm quizzical
Now take three steps backwards
Kick the F out the Fart, fact, that's my standard
Tracked crack ass members, right til Antwerp
Caught and thwacked em with the red paint, Jan the Elder
As Polie Olie to Spot as i am to my Andy cole, it
Won't work if you made it out the caracoly
I ain't gettin dozy, i'm warming
Getting all these strophes to the glory
Puttin all them stackers, backstabbers
Inside an airship with the Hydrogen right turned on it

-Chorus-
My definition, many misknow my definition
Everything around is orderly messed
My definition, my definition is a mess collision(X2)

-verse 3-
It's been a year ago, since my fingertips moonwalked on em beats
Gringo, the type of me then dreamin on the window seats
Brillo, it's what i ripened into and due to shoving
On my bike pedals, biting medals unlike Punchinello
Ain't no off position on the hand cranked projector
Eventful credentials plunge your vision in distant nostalgia
Coz are my relatives, both Kid Wave and Damian
My Ras aim's bodying, banned me from being a tafarian
Stuff's the same like Honey, nuts, the good got the leakages
Media's debauching us, feeding wise traps deterrence
Naa, i'm dissident, ain't needing nips
And leaching all these for chips
The built in difference's niggling but i'm mean, at least i spit
I condone my entourage's fog, it's not their fault
Nobody lookin for my laird in a hide and seek, it's phantasmal
Never understood a line from me and prolly won't
Anti Trick or Treat aphorism, i rub along

-Chorus-
My definition, many misknow my definition
Everything around is orderly messed
My definition, my definition is a mess collision(X2)