Diabolic - Hidden Track [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro - Immortal Technique:]

Oh y'all mothafuckas thought it was over huh? But it's not, you didn't count on a fallen angel gettin' back into the grace of god and coming after you. Y'all niggas ain't shit. Your producers ain't shit. Your fuckin' A&R ain't shit. I will fuckin' wipe my ass with your demo deal. Yo Diabolic, take this mothafucka's head off!!

[Verse 1 - Diabolic:]

Go ahead and grip Glocks, I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock <--(?), with hyperdermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat, put away your writtens and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm over-heatin' your receiver circuits
By unleashin' deeper verses, than pre-speakin' churches
But your preach is worthless, you worship, defeat the purpose
Like President Bush takin' bullets for the secret service
Beyond what y'all fathom, I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
Show no compassion like havin' a straight faced orgasm
Tour jack 'em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick
In the meantime, you can french kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade, spreadin' cancer plague
Just fuckin' a pussy's face, holdin' a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin', faggot, you're less than nothing
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

[Verse 2 - Immortal Technique:]

You mothafuckas are nothing, you cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby, and start an army
Storm the planet huntin' you down, cause I'm on a mission
To split your body into a billion one celled organisms
Immortal Technique'd destroy your religion, you stupid bitch
You're faker than blue eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily
I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitably
Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece
I'm illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever your head diagonally for thinkin' of dissin' me
And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy, brainwashed your psychology
So you're nothing like diversity, without equality
And your crew if full of more faggots than Greek mythology
Using numerology to count the people I sent to heaven
Produces more digits than twenty-two, divided by seven
You like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you not a mothafuckin' thug yet
Your mind is empty and spacious, like the part of the brain
That appreciates culture in a racist
Face it, you too basic, you never gonna make it
Like children walkin' thru Antarctica butt-naked