Abstrakt - Neon Syrup [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Abstrakt]
Inspect the crevices, flowing like mass funeral services
Already got the style that you’re foraging
So it’s quite unfortunate you’re still up to forging it
Scorching it, this beat is slightly toasted past the mitts
Awkward like a mergence of a hundred nerds and virgins
So cue in the diversion but not the third version
My eye vision blurry but don’t worry it’s not the third
Now I’m getting irked so I go off and flip the bird
Bridging the gap between the 40’s and the sub-
Terranean complex to access the mental grub
Rub-a-dub-dub I’m wiping off the scrubs
With spit so clean no need for rubber gloves
It’s been said around that I flow quite verbal
Personal, I got to hand it to the snow white herbal
Forget these dry Swishers, coming through with Optimos
Rolled up with a dub and a rub of the purple promos
Yeah, I’m actually pretty fond of leanin’
Half an hour fiendin’ now I’m hitting up my demons
Need I remind you I’m the amateur damager
Stamina manager, and if you step up, I’ll go and ravage ya’
Some say my style’s outdated and I don’t got it
But when I dropped Bucket, all these cats applauded
Others say my lyrics are violent and I don’t got it
So I grab a butter knife and slice their oblongata
Really though, I just have fun with imagination
Leaving impressions I’m a scrawny abomination

[Bridge: Jay-Z]
Motherfuckers can’t rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more

[Verse 2: Abstrakt]
So these kids just write a rap about a life they can’t afford
What’s the best way to call someone a fat lard?
They jumped up at a party and the party done cracked hard
My flows are really stupid you should call me a raptard
But at the same time I’m spitting fire like Reptar
Self-destructive, I’m Amanda Bynes on Twitter
Popping xannies and acne and packing one-hitters
Always hectic, got skills, don’t need to flex it
Confusing other rappers as if they were dyslexic
Destroying tracks like it’s a full-length feature
Lean back and enjoy a nice slice of my pizza
I’m generating buzz that got the bees jealous
Leaving you scratching heads and amused like feet fetish
I get higher than Asian scores on math tests
I’m out of time like Marty dressed in life vests
I’m the kid your mommy said not to talk to
I’m the curse that mummies give to stalk you
I’m the figures you see when you’re without a light
I’m the sounds that keep you up in your bed at night
I’m Abstrakt