Omen, The - MPD [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Ayo self, what a web we've weaved. What a magnificent scene
Spare my flaws and my misfortunes through the seeds that I breed
Top speeds while burning rubber off the greenest of green
Killing beats with ease and feasting with insatiable greed
Feed my hunger motherfucker I be banging on these tables
Diamond cut all my conceptions so you niggas get my angles
I am tangled in my dreams breathing heavy cause they chasing me
Laughing as I pass them cause no nigga is adjacent to me
(Shit except me) You fucking right we're bout to make a scene
I'm so prophetic, made realities from all my make believes
Face it b, I'm ill as fuck. I think it's time to cut a rug
With a clusterfuck, of angry, skater kids who just don't give a (Shhh!)
Chill Omen, Let me get em hit em where they brain is stationed
Leave em in the hospital that'll teach em some patience/patients bet you tired of waiting
Tired of niggas hating when you blatantly never missing the mark when it comes to making this paper. I agree wholeheartedly pardon me as I grace the pavement
Hard to fathom this time last year, I was home masturbating. (Chill self)
Why Omen? I'm just keeping it funky
It don't matter cause right now, like, all of these women want me
I ain't bluffing never cuffing so fuck it it's grimey season
It be's obsexxed gang until a nigga stop breathing believe it
Diseased in my speech I'm a demon
Anemics, Bulimics alike get to seizing when I speak
Jesus Omen you just tryna freeze hell over
Your writings kinda sadistic can you feel it getting colder?
Boy I'll tell you all this writing on the wall in Pig's Blood
Is gonna take some long explaining and an hour long scrub to dispose of
Oh fuck put that razor down. Quiet faggot I will kill you if you dare to make a sound
You're insane! (So are you)
But you're me? (and I am you)
Call the Doctors tell em they let this nigga Omen on the Loose
(Omen) Pictured fixtures from different scriptures religious texts
Bathing in dead seas preserving my innocence I recollect on Past tense
And my fraternal absence chilling zoning in incense filled rooms sipping absinthe
The Glock is loaded Prescriptions empty the knifes corroded
The door is locked the death notes you bet I wrote it
Think abou-- Ehhh thought about it i'm Bout it i'm bout to be out this bitch I got a few more throats to slit.Tell that Pit to stop it's barking fore I put two in its noggin & bless you with a kitchen floor full of dog Knowledge
Call the Labels tell them I am psychologically unstable and ask
Since I'm a murderer is that deal still on the table? Cause it better be
Allegedly they don't sign schizophrenics so when I played this shit for def jam
They Damn near went in a panic
They said that you needed therapy you scared the VP of marketing an intern shit himself
Dude it was Anarchy. (Aright what about Universal?)
They said you weren't commercial enough. Listen to this shit could you even call my bluff?
Not really what did Epic Say?
Same fucking thing you know they ain't gon' sign a nigga 'less it's the same fucking thing
Same fucking concepts about the same ol weed, same swag, same bitches, same damn skinny jeans. Well fuck it!
Me & The Ape are about to rape the game for what it's worth
Kill all our competition guide em straight into a hearse
Its been a year and we already got the world amused
Obsexxed got all kinda views like google street maps do
The Game is food ans me and Suave about to eat so all you faggot ass rappers ain't shit but fresh.. meat