19. Paralela - Jantar

Vrijeme je, gledaju me kak' se kockam dušom

Jer kroz trokute prolazim, zatim nestanem u suton

Slušam glasove zbog kojih ja zapisujem budućnost

Ruka miče se sama, predstavljam Avalonsko društvo

Paradoksno torakalno dišem, slomljen već dugo

Još kad su me okrunili k’o Gupca užarenom krunom

Zbog toliko ljubavi, dok MC je danas truplo

U drugom sam krugu pakla, varam hip-hop sa tugom

Vječni vjetar k’o jugo, lagano razara savjest

I evo ti odgovor zašto radim takve grimase

Bol i mržnja skupa, k’o Solomonske ratne maske

Koje nosim k’o i pentagram, na kojem sam razapet

Glasam se k’o Kraken, plač smrti Boga prema zvuku

Ti prepoznaš Bloop, vrisak oceana k’o Cthulhu

Sve do sudnjeg dana, prolijevam krv u crnu rupu

Koju žrtvujem za most Bifrost, crvenu dugu

Dostavljam vam kugu, jer ona duboko u meni je

Zbog čega me toliko mrze?

Jer stvaram svemire?

To je više od kemije, slobodan pad za genije

Kad odem eksplodiram poput antimaterije

Sve mi je odavno prazno, a izaziva nemire

Ja prezirem sve, dok sve prezire moje prezime

Rezime Albert Fisha, ostavljam ja slike predivne

I zvučim odlično k’o zvukovi pakla Siberije

Sad sjeti se, zašto su mi zašili usta?

Jer to je bio način da mi srce stane kucat'

Još sam jučer bio netko, dok sam danas samo nula

Krug boli, kombinacija riječi tinte i suza

Odlazak je sutra, i tamo ja planiram ostat

Iza sebe tu ostavljam samo cijevi iz Baigonga

Svemirske borovnice i malo hrane za mozak

Citate Voynichevog rukopisa, liriku k’o prozak

Svega mi je dosta, postavljanja zidova slovima

S ovim ja smrznem igru, takozvana rep krionika

Za naraštaje sutra, da ne truju dušu govnima

Iskren k’o nikad prije, možeš stavit me na poligraf

Novi val farizeja je stig’o, to nisu vijesti

Ako staneš na sekundu zicer možeš to osjetit

Propovijedi svjetlosti, uz koje dolazi prijezir

Dekodiram informacije iz kolektivne svijesti

Žele mi ugasit' mic, zato ja gasim živote

Prizivam Oort oblake, sve do nove katastrofe

Jantar oduvijek, borbe dovijeka, opet i opet

Bacam strofe mraka koje paraliziraju snove

Ljudske ljuske se drobe, emocionalne riznice

Otvorene i sve se ulijeva u rijeke grimizne

Šećem daleko ispred ili barem tako čini se

Žele me zato smjestit na heretičke vilice

Krivi svijet za mene, makar ja borim se svom silom

Ili možda vrijeme, nadu mi daje bar John Titor

Hod žitom ostavlja nam uzorke k’o u mandala

Moje glasnice vraga proučava Venkata Raman

Šamani se trude duhovno kontaktirati zvijeri

Koje su ljudi probudili, sad leže u meni

Stvaraju muziku mrtvih i znaju dobro kaj slijedi

Zbog toga ja sjedim, na devetnaestoj paraleli

Nervni plinovi me koče, a sretni su oni gnjevni

Moram priznat, umoran sam i ja se tome veselim

Riječi koje izgovaram morat' ćeš se jednom sjetit

Dok namještam Antikythera mehanizam i letim

Umire romantika, rep u lošoj atmosferi

Bacam prokletstva na zvijezde, možeš ih naći u pjesmi

Septimius Severus, koraci za sljedeći milenij

Nađi me onda uz zvučnik, starog sa vlasima sijedim

It's time, they watch me gamble with my soul

Because I pass through the triangles, then disappear into the dusk

I listen to voices that make me write down the future

The hand moves on its own, I present the Avalon Society

Paradoxically, I breathe thoracically, broken for a long time

Even when they crowned me like Gupac with a glowing crown

Because of so much love, while the MC is a corpse today

I'm in the second circle of hell, cheating hip-hop with sadness

The eternal wind, like the south, gently destroys the conscience

And here is the answer to why I make such faces

Pain and hatred together, like Solomon's war masks

Which I carry like a pentagram, on which I am crucified

I sound like the Kraken, the cry of the death of God according to the sound

You recognize Bloop, the Cthulhu-like scream of the ocean

Until the day of judgment, I spill blood into the black hole

Which I sacrifice for the Bifrost bridge, the red rainbow

I deliver you the plague, for it is deep within me

Why do they hate me so much?

Because I create universes?

It's more than chemistry, a free fall for genius

When I leave I explode like antimatter

Everything has been empty for a long time, and it causes unrest

I despise everything, while everything despises my last name

Summary of Albert Fish, I leave the pictures beautiful

And I sound great like the hell sounds of Siberia

Now remember, why did they sew up my mouth?

Because it was a way to make my heart stop beating'

Yesterday I was somebody, while today I'm just zero

A circle of pain, a combination of the words ink and tears

Departure is tomorrow, and I plan to stay there

I leave behind only the pipes from Baigong

Space blueberries and some brain food

Quotations from Voynich's manuscript, lyrics like Prozac

I've had enough of everything, putting up walls with letters

With this I freeze the game, the so-called rap cryonics

For the generations of tomorrow, so that they don't poison their souls with shit

Honest like never before, you can put me on a polygraph

A new wave of Pharisees has arrived, this is not news

If you stop for a second, you can feel it

Sermons of light, with which comes contempt

I decode information from the collective consciousness

They want to turn off my mic, that's why I turn off my lives

I summon the Oort Clouds, until a new catastrophe

Amber forever, struggles forever, again and again

I cast stanzas of darkness that paralyze dreams

Human shells are crushing, emotional treasure troves

Open and everything flows into crimson rivers

I'm walking way ahead or so it seems

That's why they want to place me on the heretical forks

Blame the world for me, even though I fight with all my might

Or maybe time, at least John Titor gives me hope

The grain walk leaves us patterns like a mandala

My vocal cords of the devil is studied by Venkata Raman

Shamans try to contact the beasts spiritually

Which men have awakened, now lie in me

They create the music of the dead and know very well what's coming next

That's why I'm sitting, on the nineteenth parallel

Nervous gases are holding me back, and happy are the angry ones

I have to admit, I'm tired and I'm looking forward to it

You will have to remember the words I say

As I adjust the Antikythera mechanism and fly

Romance dies, rap in a bad atmosphere

I curse the stars, you can find them in the song

Septimius Severus, steps for the next millennium

Then find me by the speaker, old man with gray hair