MaestrODCS - Nosetalgia (remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Maestro J]
Maestro!
Dark thoughts enter like the Sandman of Metallica
Metallic black paint, plastered on that Dodge Challenger
Killing any challenger, from legends to them amateurs
Fantastic, while finessing something smooth and so spectacular
Pressure's building up like the stress in them volcanoes
Ungrateful motherfuckers talking shit, I really hate those
God of War on wordplay, killing gods just like I'm Kratos
Playing with grenades, throwing them like hot potatoes
Unstable is a word that resonates through all my character
Fucked life, gagged her up, now I'm about to marry her
Scarier in person, words are something of a version
Of the devil fucking virgins, leaving pussy niggas squirming
Exterminating vermin, circumstances hold a purpose
Everyone around me shaking, words leaving them nervous
Tougher than the earth's surface
Niggas folding like some chairs
In my house of horror, nigga
Demons live under my stairs
A closet full of corpses and
An attic full of skeletons
Hellraiser in my basement, Jason posted on my settlement
No grass up in my yard, pavement out onto the street
So snakes can feel the heat, when they on my concrete
Conscience disconnected, so your life isn't protected
'Fore you run and grab your cross, see it from my retrospective
Mind is somethin' so deceptive, playing tricks up on my sight
Cause my wrists turn red when I scream throughout the night
There is no delight, no light for you to see!
Just the whips and the chains, scenes of pure misery!
I don't care about your pleas, I just wanna hear you die
As you draw your last breath, and your soul comes out your eyes!

[Hook]
You better change what comes out your speaker!
Dee-dee-dee-da-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-da-dee-day

[Verse 2: ODCS]
This is nostalgic
Back in the day like
This is your childhood
Back in the day when music still had you
Actin' insane
Hear it then you start wil'd'n
Listen to this talent
Hold on to your wallets
Here to steal them like the life
Of Christopher Wallace
Or 2Pac in Vah-gas
Not Vah-gas, Vegas
Forget all this waiting
Ain't got the patience
My heart is racing
Hold on it's my turn
Push the heater cross your cheek
I call that a side burn
Dead men respond to me
Got no time for live ones
Guess I'm just timeless
No clocks or watches
Flows cocked like shotguns
Ready to burst
Mess with me, or my team
You're headed to a hurse
Won't need attention
From a medical nurse
Dead on arrival
Head is in the dirt
Body holey like the Bible
My name's in the gospels
First book new testament
Talk you into suicide
I hurt you with rhetoric
Virtues are dead to me
Serve you exceptionally
Cause you ain't the first dude
To step to me
Wreck MC's
Like Kanye's car crash
My rhyme books are hard backs
I find you like blood hounds
And cause you to fall back
Sun up to sundown
Guns up like Lub-town
You'll wind up unwound
I score like touchdowns
Treat you like the government
I'll make you shut down
My rhymes are stupid
No need to dumb down
Verses come in all shapes and sizes
Like some gun rounds
Can't tell me nothing
Like you Mushmouth
What's up now?

[Bridge]
Let's get it!

[Hook]
They must be on the dick of who?
[x2]