Unonimus - Offense Intended [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Thoughts of a wistful mind, often inclined
To get lost in his rhymes, leave the earth and scoff at their kind
Such a narcissist yet I'm still caught in this awkward malign
State of self-loathing at the very same time
A walking contradiction, a sage jotting my moronic visions
So pretentious, every word I write reeks with condescension
Even a freestyle buries their monotonous writtens
There I go again, I'm bragging, boasting with these haughty lyrics
Rapping is my thing, you can see I have the tact for it
These other artists, ehhh, they just simply are not apt for it
Like when you hear them all you want to do is a fast forward
Bplplbbplpblpblbplbpvlvpvlpvl "swag lord
Going "swish" on these tracks,I bet my pants sag lower"
That's a lil presumptuous, see they only hit the backboard
Now back to me, I'm very ambivalent
Can be a little insolent, and slightly fastidious
But never insipid, cause I'm not talking about
What I've been sipping or my Benz rims spinning
Contemptuous smug nay-Sayers want to rip
Through my music and use it just to fuel their hubris
Every dream is lucid, I make sure I never lose it
Mitigate the pain as I integrate into it
Infiltrate your brain through this simple, jaded, ruthless way
I bet you never notice when you're tuning right into
I Rome in the attic's basement, prone to erratic changes
Understanding me is like hearing songs on a static station
I lack the patience to make an emphatic statement
So every lyric I write is shrouded in vacillation
Wait, i guess theres no need to elucidate
The laws of language are the ones I like to repudiate
Usually facetious, I act on my capricious instincts
That's the reason I've cerebral tendencies
All these feeble enemies, it tickles me how fickle these
Little emcees tend to be, particularly
The ones who wear crosses with tattoos saying "blessed"
But then run out in the streets with the tech, I rest my case
My whimsical ways make people disdain
But venerate my name when they see it displayed
Mundane Mondays whither away when I enter place
And spit a tirade on my unequivocal greatness
Vigilant and diligent with every bar that's written, each
Song describes the temperament Im feeling when I sit and pen it
Really meticulous, almost sent me delirious
And I meant it, I'm serious, an intuitive miscreant
Under scrutiny, prejudice, and impetuous inferences
Definite difference is his character and in his friends'
Switching these flows just to extol my influences
Right now I'm pretty happy, just as exultant feelings have went
Now would it be decorous if I inserted a chorus right
Here to make a break from my boring voice, prolly got you snorring
But no its, a little more important
To express the adulation, admiration, fascination
That I have with touring, And traveling the world in
An airplane soaring
Climbing the bill boards and I know it's
A little hackneyed for an acne covered teen to have himself a little pipe dream
It might seem like my deference to things
Is out of an effort for peace but really I'm just scheming
I'm trying to ameliorate suspicion on myself
While alleviating demons I have dealt with
I'm teetering on top of a beam, it's a tedious task
To keep it together while these little patronizing gnats
Try to push me off, feel nostalgia for my rookie bars
Now I'm like 5 years deep, and still a "rookie", awwww
If rap was retroactive, I'd pedal back with it, slap
My below average self at eleven into gear
Jump start my whole career and prolly wouldn't be here
Like my fellow rappers did but I'm clearly stuck in this year
Now I'm high off rhymes while these people smoking joints
Or that potent doink, I think I just made a cogent point
Some writers complain about biters, but yo, their prosaic
Flows make it really easy to get stole or taken
Discretion is overrated
I'd rather say my message than censor for some plays
What I'm saying is, if you get offended, thats my plan
Congratulations, you've reached the end of my rant