GMP da Icegod - Miss A Turn [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
IceGod on the track, better step back
Before I cock back and attack while I stack up my racks
Eating you up like Big Macs for midnight snacks
Your wack flow lacks the skill to attack, bro
So you best know that I'm the dude that spits the flow
And you're too slow to know that I'm the next artist to blow
No homo, but I'm so high and you're so low
So now you have to go, Joe, or you will catch a low blow
Like Johnny Cage, the flow gets better with age
Whenever I enter the stage, I let lines off like a 12-gauge
Shotgun, which is the reason why I'm so hot, son
It's best for me to let you know +Who Got Da Props+, son
Call me the Black Moon, when you step into my +War Zone+
Where I eliminate clones with the microphone
And get paid often like the bounty hunter
Who moves quick like lightning and strikes like thunder?
IceGod, remember the name while you burn in flames
I came to take over the game, not just for the fame
But to crush you lames in the game for all the acclaim
While I go off the brain, I'm a lion you lames can't tame
In this lyrical jungle, I make you cry uncle
When you fumble for my center, you ain't ready to rumble
In my ring for the pain I'm about to bring
Taking over the game soon, you can call me King
Taking [Tekken] all challengers by surprise when I swing
Like a giant, I'm the defiant with the lyrical sting
Poisonous and deadly, when used correctly
It makes the rap game my raison d'etre
More deadlier when mixed with the right medley
That is hardcore, rugged and raw
With this song, I can reverse Murphy's Law
And another MC gets killed with a chainsaw

[Hook]
The lesson that all challengers must learn
That the next one who steps up will miss a turn
Why does it seem that ya'll flaunting the ones in your wallet
When really you could be flaunting only your knowledge?

[Verse 2]
This one day, in the one way, you'll witness my gunplay
What does the gun say? That you'll never see the un-say
Better yet, not even see Sunday or Monday
It's all about the mon-ay, I might buy me a Hyundai
Check your rhymes, they're not even up to par
You couldn't even count 12, 16, 24 bars
Not even 32, 48, or 64
I think you better write more or hear me roar
Like a lion, tiger, dragon, jaguar, whatever
I'm forever, there is never ever that is better than Trevor
Who spits the river flow he delivers that can make your spine shiver
No one is iller, quicker, or sicker than me
See how I sting like a killer bee?
You'll still agree, because I hold the M.I.C
No MC could compete with the GMP
Never the absentee or the amputee