Outerspace - Third Rock [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 – Crypt the Warchild]
I’m on a convoy to destroy these prototypes and decoys
Metallic alloy that’ll make sure you never see joy
I deploy troopers from the starship in the darkness
Your frostbit in the arctic, when I freeze it to make you forfeit
Inside this orbit, I’m burning your blood until I scorch it
In the crystal fortress, sending you magic with my sorceress
Proceed to mortar this. Apocalyptic terrorist
I tear your wrists treacherous when I see your plasma drip
Warchild the craziest scientist, you’re buying this
I’m fly in this. Solar system spitting—why you crying bitch?
Can’t you see that I’m sick? I magnetize and blow the bitch
I see the soldiers split, affecting the world when my corpse hits
Burning torches through my flammable forces
I am the grossest, pulling your veins in varicosis
You emotionless, paralyzed so you start quoting this
I’m smacking you with an open fist when you think of approaching this
Deadly vocalist. Born and raised in a snake pit
These psychotherapists couldn’t conceal my wretchedness
Don’t think of vexing this specialist. I’m venomous
I’ll put an end to this. Fuck it if niggas can’t comprehend with this

[Chorus]
If you wanna play rough, OuterSpace call your bluff
We got the Third Rock on lock like handcuffs
And if it’s not enough, then we can line it up
Lick a shot 1, 2, and watch your world get crushed

[Verse 2 – Jedeye]
Son, we airtight
No fair fights when my flares light
My spears swipes and tears right through this scared type
You fear night. The sun sets when the snare bites
On any track, I’m ripping through like bear bites
Who dare cyph with a man who stares life
Eye to eye until his third eye is bare white?
Watch what we incite because the novice won’t survive this
Destructive virus leaking from my epiglottis
Killing your progress. Taking your heart in the process
On a killing spree like a man who has no conscious
We got you hostage in the basement of a convent
Getting smacked by nuns every time you make a comment
We bomb shit. You under pressure constant
Gonna end your life story at the table of contents
You won a contest? Come and get your soul blessed
From a known threat. You gonna have a mind of your own debt
Running no sets. Fuck battling, better hold Techs
Microphone checks, in effect, here’s like phone sex
Your own rep since the beginning hasn’t risen
Run around my ring detention like race riots in a prison
I’m unforgiven, sinning, has no community
And soon I’ll be… freestyling at your eulogy
I fluently kill all pretenders when I enter
You claim to be the best [?]

[Chorus]
If you wanna play rough, OuterSpace call your bluff
We got the Third Rock on lock like handcuffs
And if it’s not enough, then we can line it up
Lick a shot 1, 2, and watch your world get crushed

[Verse 3 – Planetary]
I splatter your cataclysmic matter downloading my data
Cerebellum shatter. Shadows of an ecliptic disaster
Had enough to blast ya. Atomic splasher reconstruction
Volcanic radiation is added to this production
This self-destruction. You see me busting like an atom when I split
You couldn’t fathom. I spit nuclear cannons
So Sharpe, I’m Shannon. We in an unorderly fashion
Mashing on degenerates stepping inside my cabin
You soft like satin. I come sharper than you’d imagine
My weapons for protection—beyond your understanding
Last man standing. Turn into cobras when commanded
Supplying and demanding. First to kill your lab dragon
As you examine this melancholy. Selling probably more than Buddy Holly
Now you see money parting like Dolly. Sorry, you started sloppy
Carbon-copy of “Goodfellas.” Space dwellers
You are jealous—that’s what the hood tell us
And we are rebellious. So don’t trip over your ego
This QD go. Keep a Philly-dope cathedral
At a Home Depot shooting more rhymes than free throws
The alien trio at full speed—there’s none equal

[Chorus]
If you wanna play rough, OuterSpace call your bluff
We got the Third Rock on lock like handcuffs
And if it’s not enough, then we can line it up
Lick a shot 1, 2, and watch your world get crushed

[Outro]
Yeah, I gonna get another gallon of gas and I’m gonna burn the motherfucker. That’s what I’m gonna do