Phil Harmonic - Modern Day Aristotle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[INTRO]
[Cyantist]
Yeah! He who walks with the wise becomes wise

[Philharmonic]
Wise riddles

[VERSE 1: Philharmonic]
Chinese space time travel through time
Vision seen by the eye captured by tha speed of light
Aristotlical mind, standard sight scientifical thoughts
Behold the sword of war that divide nation
For greed of power of political extortion
The piracy of Somalian piracy astronomical mathematician
Decode tha message from outta space
The mystery of galaxy recite scriptures
From tha book of secrets
Collect information from a dangerous perception
Idols smashed into pieces
Tha sense is not common but use wisely my common sense
I travel under tunnels like underground trains
Study artifacts discover century brains
Deep in the desert of jordan lies giant stone structures
I walk on tha oasis meditate with fire-logics
The world sleep under Luciferian hypnosis
Smuggling drugs & arms in my continent
Injecting little kids with an H.I.V virus
Inhuman morals hazardous weapons
Tested on another man soil
My spy glass visualized on tha ship of Kamikaze
Seek for tha superiors face in the garden of Eden
Do tha chosen science for tha ageless light walker
All hail the born sky walker, the safety-lamb key holder

[HOOK: Cyantist & Philharmonic] 2x
YO! I write these rhymes to kill these mics
And spit my rhymes to uplift these minds, so
We drop mental gems for you mental physical
Open your mind eye wide, wise Solomonical arts

[VERSE 2: Cyantist]
Yo! The mind of a poet and the mind of a scientist
Mind of a philosopher, I write and spit classics
Philosophy encrypted in the message I deliver
Uplifts the soul, and the psyche of the receiver
So consider me a pastor on the altar
Blessing souls of the flocks that I guide with a chapter
I'm the master of the masters with a golden structure
Of rhymes and lines that I write with my right, right?
See, I can't afford to starve the people that I write for
So if I had no pen and pad, I'd write on the asphalt
I'm trying to increase my knowledge
While you trying to increase your fans
So while you busy making tracks for ladies to dance
I'm busy making tracks for real heads to shake heads
I'll never sell my trust to a fake with a handshake
So I'm hungry for killing every time that I see a snake
Some people never give, they just wanna take
I've always been a son of a living God
Pops never told me to bow before any mortal god
I never listen to raps that be cussing God
Behind high expectations lies frustrations
I cut faces of traitors with razors
Yes I'm the greatest, I spit these bars to kills fakers
I'm the Modern Day Aristotle
Knowledge and wisdom are fruits of my labor, yeah!

[REPEAT HOOK] 2x

[OUTRO: Philharmonic]
Yeah. The mathematical method of knowledge
Walk of the wise became wise
The words of the wise and their riddles. Peace!!