J-Mo - I Got It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I got em shakin right down to their sneakers' socks
The realest thing to come outta your speakerbox
Melting soles and stripes on freakin Reeboks off
Disagree then grab ahold a these and cough
I'm caustic use caution often like storms
Of course I'll make like damn Pokemon and morph
And make the ground shake like San Andreas
Crushin enemies in my palm like corn flakes
Isn't this great? You turkeys givin me thanks?
Throw them hands up like First National Bank
Bastard...smashing at a hazardous rate
They're gasping worse than at the matinee
The truest cruelest most verbally abusive
Never backing down clowns...so get used to it
Holding the trophy step up and just blow me
Scarier the tri-state area can't hold me

[Hook x2]
I know that I got it
And I know that you want it
But before you can have it
Tell me why should I let go of it

[Verse 2]
Dissin and dismissin with pricision incisions
All these emcees are always constantly bitchin
Eyes wide squinting and they don't got the vision
To break competition down like nuclear fission
Erratic like rabbits and my ego is massive
Breakin down backs like a broken spring mattress
Tragic... if that busted ass is comin at me
Magic acts couldn't even snap these bad habits
Bro if ya come over it's game over like Sosa
Ill demeanor hearin more screams than roller coasters
Move over... yo lemme do it like it's suppose-ta
These jokers still can't see me like Red October
I'm imminent y'all dwindlin good riddance
More of the same yo tell me what's the difference
Lookin at the calendar and the days I been countin
To send these whack rappers stumblin runnin for the mountains

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
I'm ghastly like rats but avoidin all the traps
The snakes in the grass and these scraggly ass cats
Whattya think a that now that ya gathered all the facts
Cujo mixed with Judo so I'm tearin dudes in half
Most rappers are disposable nobody comes close to
My spit cus when I lick stamps they go postal
On the go like Frodo and I'm gorilla like Koko
My style's got miles so that makes me bi-coastal
So let me tessellate the landscape with such great
Rhymes; you'll find you're outta time for escape
Don't wait; hesitate your face is gonna break
Tied up to a rocket and then blasted into space
I won't stall stumble fall trip or even slip
Lining up my targets up and hell no I won't miss
Confining all my demons then I'm burning them to a crisp
Can't even believe I've allowed them to exist

[Hook x2]