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The lyrics paint a picture of a narrator grappling with internal turmoil and external judgment, presenting a complex self-image. The opening lines, with the Scooby-Doo murder files sample, immediately set a tone of dark, almost theatrical, mystery surrounding the speaker's state of mind. The narrator acknowledges being "problematic" and "not satisfied with myself," describing their internal state as starting like "autumn rain" and ending in "disaster." This suggests a cyclical pattern of self-destruction or a descent into a negative emotional state. The central tension arises from the narrator's perceived isolation and their struggle with their own psyche. They describe a "mark of isolation in every phrase" and a feeling of being disconnected, even while working on something new, like a "human factory." This internal conflict is amplified by external observations, as people on the street point and stare, reinforcing a sense of being scrutinized. The narrator's self-awareness is sharp, noting their "Quasimoto is three on the Glasgow scale" and a "wrought iron flow," indicating a unique, perhaps flawed, but distinct artistic identity. A striking aspect of the craft is the juxtaposition of vivid, often unsettling, imagery with a detached, almost clinical, observation of self and surroundings. The narrator describes attacking enemies like a "frisbee" and healing with "poisoned peaches from Da Vinci's garden," creating a surreal, almost mythological, internal landscape. This is further emphasized by the line, "My mind is full of subtitles," suggesting a constant, perhaps overwhelming, internal monologue or interpretation of reality. The repeated motif of seeing things from a "cyclops eye" that "sees double reciprocally" highlights a distorted perception, surrounded by perceived "fools." Ultimately, the lyrics resonate due to their raw honesty about internal struggle and the feeling of being misunderstood or ostracized. The narrator's admission of not knowing much but believing it's enough to teach others, coupled with the desperate plea, "Don't tell me there are enough fish in the ocean, don't you see I'm drowning?" powerfully conveys a sense of existential crisis. The recurring refrain in Part II, "If you want to be Hip-Hop, I don't want to be," and "If you want to tell me something, I don't want to know," signals a deliberate rejection of external influence and a fierce, albeit isolated, assertion of self, even in the face of profound personal difficulty.

Kazi Ploae - Rap, Experimental Rap

Gorgone

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[Versuri "Gorgone"] [Partea I] [Intro: Kazi Ploae] We now return to The Scooby-Doo Murder Files Gee whiz, gang. Looks like the killer gutted the victim, strangled him with his own intestines and then dumped the body in the river Jinkies! What a mystery Arroo You're right Scoob, we're dealing with one sick son of a bitch Wooo Vd oameni pe strad care zic: "Ia, ui, uite-l i pe la. Uit-te, uit-te la la. Uite-l, ia, uite-l i pe la, ia uit-te la el, ia uite" O s, o s �ncep, o s-l copiez pe Jeru! [Strof: Kazi Ploae] Problematic �n matc, pneumatic, seism triptic (Triptic) M cheam Kazimir i nu sunt mulumit de mine �ncepe ca o ploaie de toamn i se termin cu dezastru Ca dintr-un bombardier britanic Faptu' c ceva din organismul meu nu funcioneaz Marca unei izolri �n fiecare fraz Lucrez la ceva nou, ca o fabric de oameni Quasimoto e trei pe scara Glasgow, galofob pe via Am un flow din fier forjat, ca Pierpoljak Sunt nonalant, �n morii ti de terminat Rm�n intact, tac tactic, c am un implant sigur Duc clipe de tipul liber �n timp ce dr�m ziduri Am un vecin care vinde heroin i z�mbea suspect de sincer c�nd i-a cunoscut copiii (Hey) Sunt un ahist metafizic �n momentul �n care m-ataci, te duci puli de suflet ca un frisbee Fut Marii ca s verific codul i m vindec Cu piersici otrvite din grdina lui Da Vinci C mintea mea e plin de subtitluri Eu doar �ncerc s-mi descifrez psihoza c-un calculator i pixuri Dar e prea mult zgomot, ca triumfu' celor mediocri Ochi pentru ochi, p�n rm�nem orbi �n faa sorii Am ceva dintr-o furtun �nceat Clopote pl�ng simetric, cu o mie de duminici siameze �n fa Vd insecte �ncete �n ceaa cetei, nu sunt malefici Sunt marionete cu oglinzi concave �n juru' feei Ropot vandal, amestecat cu entuziasm La c�te lanuri au, ai crede c au fost dresai Vrei o fat cuminte care s-o sug ca o t�rf Dar tot ce-ai gsit e lepra asta de care acum i-e sc�rb Uite, pe plic scrie: "ie", fr timbru Dar n-are niciun sens, la fel ca diploma lu' fi-tu �i descriu lumea cum o vd prin ochiu' meu de ciclop Care vede dublu reciproc, c sunt �nconjurat de proti Eu n-am prieteni, am roboi, ca Iisus Mulimii �i place tot ce e mare, dar totu-i mic vzut de sus i scriu versuri, adic triez esene N-ai cum s-mi vezi forma real, e prea transparent E drama de-a avea timp destul s mor �ncet Nu-mi spune c-s destui peti �n ocean, nu vezi c m �nec? Munceti pe bani calzi, cr�nd zpada vesel Dar eti pe ghea subire, ca Cheloo c�nd d �n englez Okay, a fost ieftin, da, sunt mizerabil i nu tiu nimic, da' cred c e destul ca s-i �nv pe alii [Partea II] [Strof: Kazi Ploae] Dac tu vrei s fii Hip-Hop, eu nu vreau s fiu (Fiu) Dac tu vrei s-mi spui ceva, eu nu vreau s tiu (tiu) Dac tu vrei s fii Hip-Hop, eu nu vreau s fiu (Fiu) Dac tu vrei s-mi spui ceva, eu nu vreau s tiu (tiu) Dac tu vrei s fii Hip-Hop, eu nu vreau s fiu (Fiu) Dac tu vrei s-mi spui ceva, eu nu vreau s tiu (tiu) Dac tu vrei s fii Hip-Hop, eu nu vreau s fiu Dac tu vrei s-mi spui ceva, eu nu vreau s tiu

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