Poetic Death - Cleopatra [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[VERSE 1]

I'm like Alexander The Great/
I'm Conquering space/
And my thought waves reflect the agony/
From the original race/
Now we fall into place/
And everything else/
Is now irrelevant/
It's that Triple 7/
I'm sending seven testaments/
To your settlement/
Now behold the burning chariot/
That poetry that you speak of/
The Nephilim resurrected/
You better bow to me like I'm Caesar/
Or face the Colosseum/
I'm like Moses against the Red Sea/
And the staff I hold/
Could split realities beyond the Heaven's reach/
And I've seen the Golden Eagle/
Flying Solo/
Plus the goal is not the dolo/
Rebuild the mental/
Ancient passages see we own those/
And the secrets to the Dragon's temple/
They unfold/
I'm cracking the skulls
Between your hollow eye sockets/
We study the codes/
And spread that wisdom across the Nile/
To the Pharaohs who came before you/
And to the Ethiopian/
To our Black Majesty we adore you/
We're the children of your bloodline/
Corrupted from many centuries/
But we evolved beyond the Promise Land/
A higher form of African/

[Chorus]

We elevate the mental/
And see beyond the physical/
It's that Black Nubian/
We're lighting spliffs/
And toting pistols/
To you it's probably criminal/
The slaves would call it ritual/
I'm Alexander The Great/
My heart is metaphysical/
Cleopatra