Twisted Artistics - Subterranean fire [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[1.verse: Twisted Artistics]

Effortless like I'm kicking both my feet up
(the) moment the beat drop
Like a direct blow to your weak spot
We got it swinging like a nun chuck
Bringing that uncut
Champion sound, ringleader non stop
Stay on top of things like surface
Fire to fry your circuits
Eyes on a higher purpose
Raggedy prophet, storming into the kings' palace
And have 'em cling their talisman 'till their fingers callus
I've got a few broken teeth up in my big mouth
Fingertips plow
Through crates. Cats are trying to figure out
Just what kinda air I'm breathing
Them pharisees, them
Bug out, tear out their hair, even
It's the shadow stealth fighter, liberator
Snuck in beneath the radar
I spit a green vapor
Over strange maneuvers
On these ancient computers
Suckers couldn't hang if their name was Judas

[Hook: Twisted Artistics]

Shock therapy, wreck your whole setup
To knock your head up
And inject the proper data
We go vulcano on the game without challenge
Yo, we're moving like some runaway felons
Put the mic down and hand over the cheddar
Imposter competitors empty out their bladder
Your fame don't match the immaturity of your talent
I'm straight pouring out your cup, restoring the ballance

[2. verse: AbSouljah]

[Hook]