Despot - Knock Knock, Who Cares? (Live) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Despot]
I'm going ham, I'm going cheese, I'm going bread
I'm going sandwich, hold that famine, bitch I'm fed
I'm gon' suggest that you eat something else instead
I won't be easy to digest, I'm going so over your head
Take cover, the mother of all mothers
Of mothers of all mothers is coming and don't love ya
Run for it, burn rubber, the one hundred hit wonder
That comes with its own thunder that rumbles and oh brother
The block snuggles under the covers and starts snoring
The streets ain't watching no more, you're all boring
If Queens say run it, don't jog, walk, or crawl it
You're breaking bread that's already broken I can't call it
Fake, the funk is fed up with frontin', should back off it
Shake a leg or vultures take off with your Air Jordans
I take your head right off of your shoulders it's fair warning
Got the game sealed like a walrus in a thesaurus

[Hook: Despot]
Look through your peephole:
A five and a zero
A five and a zero
Surprise, that's [?]
Who's at the door?
The long arm of the law
The long arm of the law
The long arm of the law

[Verse 2: Despot]
Rap or trap or die: the few things that I could do in life
Went through the first two and left the third one for you tonight
Out past your curfew, get black-and-blues in your googly eyes
This ain't your turf, your last words is 'bout to be "Who these guys?"
Cue the lights, and now you's can't leave
Bronx Tale-wagging, but I'm so damn Queens
Sissies swinging at me like I'm on a trapeze
I'm trigger happy don't throw handsies with pansies
Time's on my side, but time is a shitty co-d
Time'll tell on me homie, that stashbox of trojan ponies
Do-si-do past the police with pockets packed up with posies
Running more rings around all you phonies than I do rosies

[Hook: Despot]

[Verse 3: Despot]
One for the money, two for flinchin', three for snitchin'
One more in case I missed it, mind your fucking business
Or climb some inches up on everybody's hitlist
Cause where I'm from them flapping gums get shut with stitches
Straight out some bullshit-ass place you don't care about
My welcome never fit me well enough to wear it out
Wrapped up in something that I hunted down and skinned and scalped
Slightly foaming at the mouth, let me in your fucking house
Who cares?
I got them lions and tiger and, ooh, bears
Oh my, I'm lighting some fires and you scared
They ain't the brightest but might get a few stares

[Outro: Despot]
Who cares?
Knock knock
Who cares?
Knock knock
Who cares?
Knock knock
Who cares?
Knock knock
Who cares?