Themba Ntaka - "I'm going in"-type of rappers need to take a time out [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
My religious references leave agnostics cross
As substance insinuations make fiends impatient
Swimming in solitude
Execute the stomach stroke
Blunders fall onto heirs like unwanted growth
Intravenous friend becomes a part of the blood oath
Poke into concealed tales that smell like parables
His face is on the post
With toes to the meet the bottom of a morass
When he hits the North he'll learn to play instruments of brass
These words aren't jazzed cause I'm dizzy
Teeter on a plume of fizzy pop songs
Want a play on words, I'm dealing words to play with
Dick,coochie, or maybe sports lazy pussy
Dove in my mouth
She really did that
Being 'bad' left this funny taste in my keepsake
I will never pick up a SAT book
Those black and white lines make rays on the textbook page