J6&TKC - Throw Rocks [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro
Still they hate n talk smack, Knowing if I was gone,/
There'd be no throne to throw your rocks at//
Verse 1 - TKC

Its the rap game's finest, in the place to be/
And I be dropping hot singles, got a Bachelor's degree//
But if 2Pac back, then all eyes on me/
Got me feeling like Nas, who am I to disagree//
Cause I spit raps brolick, am I tryna kick knowledge/
When a sixteen from me, put yo ass through college//
Fuckin epidemic, you'd think crack is back/
Cause everybody throwing rocks at the throne of rap//
But I could hold it down, im never shook by that/
Why should the main event worry 'bout the opennin act//
Ya'll just a fuckin drumroll, I'm a thunder clap/
And all of ya'll rap pussies, I flow thundercat//
But under all of that, only lies the fact/
That TK slay raps, so with that I ask//
Who the fuck could put a crack in a bulletproof glass/

Hook
Still they hatin
Still they hate n talk smack

Still they hatin
Still they hatin (screwed)

Still they hate n talk smack, Knowing if I was gone,/
There'd be no throne to throw your rocks at//

Verse 2 - J6

Figured you'd join a team, on a journey to get a ring/
Take ya talent to South Beach like Lebron James Dean//
When you fucking with Texas, you run into a Maverick/
And quickly find out that J sons kids//
Underground is my scene, you an uncrowned king/
But how does that compare to a championship ring//
Long live the king, I got years under my reign/
Royal cup of purple drank, im addicted to grippin grain//
Clip in the Glock, load up, this what the Glock fo bruh/
Hood stock market we'll give you the block quota//
Got seventy-five cents, in the game with the dolla/
You a Heat all starter, can't get my ass the fourth quarter//
Fuck greatest, history I wanna make/
The best is representin out that Lone Star State//
Before these three verses, this shit gon be on A&E/
Bodies, no suspects, within the first forty-eight bars//

Hook

Verse 3 - Faet

Fuck basic flows, cause they suck testicles/
I'm a complex rapper, with nuts all down ya throat//
And I dont really care what the fuck you heard about me/
Yea its true that they call me Dirty South Beast//
From the 405 where im spittin with my mouthpiece/
Come to my city, homie we can get rowdy//
If you wanna get em up, I'm a hit you in ya gut/
Fuck yo career and ya little cinema//
That YouTube ain't shit, where's the word of mouth/
I'm in the game bitch, from the West to the South//
And I'm known in my city, where the fuck you from/
And we always ready, we dont bump our gums//
Dont act like I need a reason to smack the shit out you/
I gave you beats for free, what the fuck you want now my dude//
You're the type of faggot to give your friends an attitude/
If I catch you in the streets, guarantee I'll leave you black and blue//

Hook