VaultsOfExtoth - Red Haze [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
First off fuck the idea of stereotypical hip-hop cred
I'm not here for fame, money, drugs or pumping you all full of lead
I'm here to embrace this art form
Spitting my lyrics with sharp force
Grabbing every chance that I can get to better my flow and mark yours
Learning from the rap critic and hearing the failings of the popular masses
Manufactured rap claiming that it can kick our asses
When this competition lets us rise up and defy their bullshit standards
Underground skill slaying corporations and leaving them as past tense
This "I'm better than you" rap is getting kinda boring
Yeah, your flow may be better but at least I have a fucking story to tell
But oh well, through a crazy, messed-up life I'm travelling
Penning rhymes of my experience while you're asking "What's a paladin?"
You wanna sign with Soulja Boy or Lil Wayne to get your meal ticket?
Bending society's ear and using new found green in order to trick it?
All you do is rap about how you got swag and you're getting paid
Scrabbling for all the money like Daniel Craig searching for marmalade

[Hook]
Heavy metal rap nerd
But you don't care as long as these lines are hot
Time to act absurd
Hearing voices in my head as I lose the plot
Screaming dissent in the mirror
Berating myself for all the shit roads I've taken
Patience will start to grow thinner
Thoughts indecipherable like a number station
Can you see where this is going? I don't fucking know
You're within the vaults of Extoth now so welcome to my show
Life got me sitting at a crossroads with nowhere to fucking go
So I guess I'll hold back depression while therapy's in session, but still let hate flow

[Verse 2]
This music is for the times you feel oppression and strife
When you look at the situation you're stuck in and just think fuck this life
Still headfucked by your ex-wife
Traitors ever-present in your sight
Channel the anger in venomous rhymes before you pull the knife
I can't take the murderer's path
I've got a kid to look out for
So rage and desire turn into the fire when I decide to spit rap raw
But the thought in the back of my head whispers "Isn't this what you asked for?"
You deserved a betrayal of that scale for the temptations you had detailed in your head
Not knowing how it'll affect your current situation
So I take the blame and go fucking insane whenever I see the replacement
Using hip-hop and metal to excise the need for aggression
And even using a contest beat to pen my confessions
Music should never be done for money, your tracks should hold a piece of your soul
And act as a barrier to stop the red haze that makes you lose control
So cast your vote but don't expect my rhymes to finish with this poll
We'll see how this goes as my inner hate still unfolds

[Hook]