Novatore the Cyborg - Ascension [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Lee Harvey]

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[Verse 2: Cryptsick]

What was born in the streets and gave power to the people
Has now become infected like the clergy in a cathedral
A feeble sequel of a picture show we believed in
Molested by the victims who sought to defend it
But now its left disabled and crutches are used as staples
And the talent dissipates over time like a crumbling grave stone
Hip hop is dead just like the zombies that have claimed it
Consumed by arrogance entombed by inability to break molds
Their soals sold to the devils who cut the checks cold
Their bank rolls meaning more than the message told
The carbon copy still immerses suckling youth with viral curses
And the image that they breed brands of purses
Cookie cutter rhymes and styles slow mo studders stagnant verses
Its time to resurrect hip hop and remind them what diverse is

[Verse 3: (Alex)Slander]

Dead on arrival, culture swallowed up by vultures
I'm a poacher licking shots at em posted on my own shoulders
Reloading to dispose of posers like impacted molars
With no local anesthetic, zombified,you wallow sober

The rolling boulder to your scrambling protagonist
Panicking cause he knows I crush crystal skulls on accident
A quavering hand on the holster, he can't admit it's over
Til the fat lady's singing her swan song in his honor

But to his horror, he's a quarter past important
With a message once digested now deformed by younger forces
Claiming they pay it forward but only a touch the pen to check
So I stay permanent on surfaces, yo word to Dynospec

My favorite MC OD'd the month I heard his shit
That's why I spit with a grain of salt and some burning lips
My mouth's an open wound spewing a fluid nervousness
A plea to purge the earth of all these rappers making worthless shit


[Verse 4: Novatore]

Hip hop is dead but see me rise up from the shallow grave
Zombie status lurking seeking vengeance like a fuckin slave
Grave yard parties raging taking pride in our decrepit skin
Severed limbs festering claw at their door like "let me in"
Let me in, don't need your blood just wanna see you die
Rappers be like frosted flakes I spit upon the tigers eye
Nothing steals heart beats like bad hooks , repetition
Copy cats, and major labels, every bar's a dollar sign
But most of killers fear the ghost of their departed prey
Like most of prisoners question
Whats the substance placed upon their tray
The wrath is heavy like an anvil on a toddlers back
Our retribution's dirty like the storage place of smuggled crack, well take the time to hunt and feast upon the living
A deadly supper celebration just as fucked as thanksgiving
Bodies missing and dripping cuz were the unforgiving, unassuming, we eat the guts out from your younger siblings, revenge is coming board the house up and get the pistols
Head shots get your aim up like lee harvey
Settle the score it's the holy war that you created
Dilated pupils left scarred up and devastated