Slythot - Bob Your Head [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Feelin it yet?
Feelin all the depth?
Feelin all those emotions
Flowin' open through ya chest?
In them headphones
Growin with your breath
Basslines make time for you to accept
My brand of life span steadily expressed
From the best of my facetime
I make my own regrets
Hearin' these serious experiences best
Be ready for it cause its comin from my head
Dark place, hard-faced, gimme some respect
Swallowed like a bottle of tomorrow you'll forget
Heart's safe, no pain, I am not bereft
Of all of this, I'm callin it better off dead
From the core of insanity to the brothers' quest
Spittin in this image that only will progress
Into mental centerpieces that I protect
And a professional sense of expressive concepts
I am not an artist who's obsessed with sex
Not a party person, totally over it
I have no intention of bills to collect
I just wanna be some quality and honestly the best
I will talk about the bomb that is in my head
I will spit about the bond that I have with death
It won't be long before you're feelin' what I've said
And The SlyEye changes any views you've kept
Flowin with the song, which is soon to be wrecked
You know what's goin on, no new secrets
Not until I'm gone, will there be reason to fret
Mixin' method with the message, hey another reference
Stickin' depth in the lesson in my every sentence
Slammin' on the snare on its every second
Yes, I know my flow so when you self represent it
I get all of my due credit

I'll keep makin' steps 'til theres nothing left
Until everything I know stops with my breath
Until the end is the only thing to expect
I will not stop without it all perfect
I will never let it break my neck
I do not do this for your bread
So take seriously what I've said
Just tryna make sure you bob your head

When you think of this, what do you picture?
Raising high your fist or a shaking fixture?
Bustin' someone's lip or some salt in a blister?
Dishin somethin' sick with some tongue twisters
Is this a healthy mix or does it make you pissed off?
At least you can say that nothing was ripped off
The energy prevents any hate on my sick songs
No longer are there artists that I can get a grip on
It used to be a sweet survival of the fittest
Now everybody is concerned with throwin down with a witness
Nobody's got the balls to say “come on, come n get it”
Everybody wants to get along so they can try and hit it
Desperation in the same hands that you hold ya dick with
Anyone thats still a man's lookin like a cynic
I've been thinkin like this since the very beginning
Music scenes reminding me of Charlie Sheen's Winning

I'll keep makin steps til theres nothing left
Until everything I know stops with my breath
Until the end is the only thing to expect
I will not stop without it all perfect
I will never let it break my neck
I do not do this for your bread
So take seriously what I've said
Just tryna make sure you bob your head

I know I talk a lot about my ways of being mental
My mind just rides where I can really let go
I find new and funny ways of being an asshole
But I try to keep them out from between those headphones
However if you decide to step in my red zone
I can play a game to see how far your head rolls
We can re-enact punishments in Mexico
If you wish to bitch then keep your mouth closed

No matter what you say, my face remains cold
Fists will hit lips as bullshit still flows
My words aren't frayed I say what I know
Dicks can't spit or change shit as clones
Slythot is no sloth, can't stop me on this road
Inspired, I am wired to keep myself composed
I was never sold the mind that I own
I ripped apart my brain and re-made it out of bone

I'll keep makin steps til theres nothing left
Until everything I know stops with my breath
Until the end is the only thing to expect
I will not stop without it all perfect
I will never let it break my neck
I do not do this for your bread
So take seriously what I've said
Just tryna make sure you bob your head

You can take this as serious as you want
But you can clearly see that thought is all I flaunt
It's not really enough to make your brain pop
Havin' trouble keepin up? You can hit pause
Or slow it down, to show you how
I wrote this down to a simple sound
How I mapped it out, Threw words around
Timed the rise when your eyes went wide
Sequenced events presentin' these heads
Its your thoughts takin' what I've said
And shapin them creatively makin me expect
The psychological anomalies rockin' this depth
Movin with the music, stickin' with the booming
You wanna have fun without being stupid
I get it, I understand. No need to reprimand
I don't need to dance for you to throw up your hands