Novatore the Cyborg - The CIA is trying to kill me (REMIX) (Originally by Non Phixion) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Novatore]

They start the raid with the smoke grenade
Renegades hit the floor like a bad Lieutenant, the federal menace
The state enters, search your bedroom and your person
Computers confiscated, possibilities tremendous
I stay cautious, indiscretion will destroy ya
Some call it paranoia but they've never pulled a caper
I love treason ,I'll burn the flag just to pass the time
Poverty to crime is like the pen is to the paper
We in a battlefield like ancient roman stadiums
And every things fair game except the chat logs in my adium
Counter surveillance got me playing like I'm ignorant
I keep up with the vigilance- ready to get belligerent
I get reckless, snatch your necklace and your kangol hat
I mangle cats, and leave my adversaries breathless
But fuck it! one day well all kick the bucket
If were destined for the caskets then we're best to cause a ruckus
Robotic living, white time cards and slave wages
Rules and regulations, friends and family stuck in cages
If they get me come and see me in the big house
But don't sit too close cause criminality's contagious

[Cho 2x's]

Im paranoid tell me what the fuck they ask you
You fuck around with me and ima have to blast you
The CIA tryina kill me, we bad news
Get the fuck up out my way when I pass through

[Verse 2: Seizure]

I’m from a monstrous abyss
Where many are left fatherless
Carcasses laid out and left unnamed like Parkinson’s
A narcissistic arsonist, burnin but hoping that its prosperous
Cause my consciousness is prominent
From nauseous compliments
No common sense like vacancy of occupants
Lacking cognizance, this cities a black hole that’s bottomless
For whack flows there’s consequence
Crack bones of weaker populace
For eager profits the pigs are the prophetless
Pickets stock for protest while they’re pick’n the pocketless
No Big and Pac’n this, modern day artists are androgynous
A sign of the apocalypse?
Nah just a sign that reads to put an end to it
Cause theres No benefit
Nothing to reckon with, You better neglect it quick
Cause this lyrical specialist
Will put an end to the cultures pessimists
I’m defending this, leader of the exodus
Aesthetics of an Al-Qaida terrorist
Funded by Americans
Those who don’t believe, We’ll nuke em quick
I’m breaking bread and drinkin blood as if receiving the Eucharist
Nah I ain't new to this, I’m fueling this with feudalists
They call me lunatic, for not givin into consumerists

[Cho 2x's]

Verse 3: Novatore]

Camera culture drones and blue lights we in the future
The point of no return, like Dahmer after Steven Hicks
Takin risks, we still move in dark nights
And find ways to hit stores and move bricks
I keep my ear to the ground like I'm Holyfield
I'm always on the lookout won't get caged foley
Pigs play positions like they're batman and robin
The good cop the bad cop like great scott and holy moley
I'm allergic to snitches, cats, and all churches
I think a bag of shit probably serves a better purpose
Media scares rarely blossoms to fruition
Unheard of like suburban kids who run guns and snatch purses
Mad verses..i kill a magistrate so rapidly
I give em cavities and feed em peeps until their teeth decay
Haven't bought into the hype since back in y2k
My enemies shut their mouth, lockjaw- TMJ
DOA. like narcoleptics in a car garage
Deadlier than frances plague Marseilles bon voyage
Put me on quarantine and up your does of medicine
Adrenaline, couldn't stop you cats from turning skeletons