Deacon the Villain & Sheisty Khrist - Million Miles High [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hook

Sitting on my rooftop
I'm a million miles high
I hear strange voices calling
I hear strange people crying

First Verse [Sheisty]

All this pain in my brain is so intense
Its got me sitting in the rain for a rinse
Every strain against my frame so immense
I'm convinced that I ain't been the same ever since
So in a sense my innocence is in a stint
The cold breeze from the vent feel like wintermint
Cold so I just throw on the winter mitts
But when the wind emits it blows colder the winter gets
It howls and I talking about the moving castle
The owl when the moon is vast it maneuvers past you
Yeah as far as Id and the Superego
I'm something like a kid with a super ego
You'll never find me in a suit like a superhero
Im on the stoop or in the coupe, nigga, Super Negro
Some niggas burn with envy I call 'em Sherman Hemsley
They learn that I'm a Sherman tank with the Germans in me
And there's something like a passion that burns within me
Fuck no I ain't fasting there's a worm within me
Symbolic or otherwise my lymphs are symphonic
The lullabies for nymphs with colored eyes
See this is Panavision for the land a prism
For every man with mannerisms that could land in prison
If the writings on the wall they call it vandalism
But if the writings on a scroll they call it man's religion
I think this pain in my brain is an anneurism
The damn condition of a man damned to man a mission. Man listen!

Hook

Second Verse [Deacon]

I'm found in a place void of sound
Bound to my mission, I'ma destroy ground
I'm annoyed, on path to display wrath
And I'm fired by the fuel that the dismay adds
I see, blue seas, brown desserts
Grey mountains, clown efforts
And bright lights from metropolis nights
But when I land it'll all be a necropolis site
Yeah, tell God to go head and pull the choir out
Ain't enough ocean on earth to put the fire out
Am I savior? put you out your misery
Or will I miss and let you re-write your history
Cue the symphony, the timpanis the drum rolls
There's no ending me, no matter what your gun holds
If up to me you'll never live to see the sun cold
I plan to spare not even one soul, i'm comin'