J.ReaL Hip Hop - Charlie & The Machine/ThankGodIGotIt [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

(Charlie Chaplin's speech from "The Great Dictator")

Verse 1

They say pussy & paper is poetry, power & pistols!/
Plottin' on murdering motherfuckers before they get you/
Empty entire magazines if you got issues/
Those missiles tow you right to the Reaper so he can kiss you/
Now if you from the trap & you did that, then nigga gon' spit that/
But half of you lame ass niggas ain't live that!/
Half of you plain ass bitches can't spit raps!/
So like Heinz, I'mma flip you niggas lids back, bitch!/
And when it came to the bars, I didn't ever give a fuck!/
And I put that on my hoodies & my dirty red Chucks!/
I've been waiting, rhyming, playing, vibing since them Cambridge daaaaays!/
Tevin, Ching, & Bryan with me getting lyrics microwaved!/
Aye, these niggas can't rap! What they doing?! Shut em' up!/
Put that basic shit doooown! Fuck with me & come with us!/
These niggas dumb! These niggas wack!/
And these niggas rich? Well, they just got jacked!/

Hook

It's that young wizard spiting words out, I'm stunting on burn out!/
The kid that you done heard bout', and these women need to learn bout!/
These rappers just been worried bout', I'm wildin' with my perm out!/
I've come to murder it! Who's subservient? I'm turn em' into.../
[Sample]

Verse 2

I could spit words in a tenth of a second, it take for you to get/
Stripped of a necklace & brake before you checked by them killers they young & restless/
The way I hit with pens, I'm bowling! So they wanna check me off like cold drinks!/
And wanna break me off with no links, like I lost at Zelda!/
Y'all fucking stupid! That's why I don't bump y'all music!/
And so there's no confusion, I'm talking to [your favorite rapper]/
Wanna know why I rapper harder? I'm an animal like an Aardvark!/
And I'm smarter! (Seriously, I've been studying cold fusion as a hobby, it's pretty awesome)/
When it comes to spitting bars, I don't ever give a fuck!/
And I put that on the 9! North Villery where I grew up!/
I been scoping, learning, focused, working, since my days at Glade!/
With my notebook; wrote them verses spitting back in 7th grade!/
Aye these niggas can't rap! Shut em down & fuck em' up!/
Stop that basic ass sound! If you real you run with us!/
Y'all team trash! Go pop a fucking Molly!/
Then turn up, turn up, turn up DEAD around some fucking body!/

Hook

Bridge

Thank God I've got it!
Thank God I've got it!
Thank God I've got it!
Thank God I've got it!
New raps look like thousand dollar bills! Thank God I've got it!/
King Midas I am with all my skills! Thank God I've got it!/
A 150 on them wheels of steel! Thank God I've got it!/
They say that they've been looking for the real! Thank God I've got it!/
I've got some new places to see, got a few rappers to kill/
I've got a million working all after my skills! Thank God I've got it!/
I've got some F-cuk boys hating, I've got a few bad deals!/
I've got some stocks stacking racks off all they hear! Thank God I've got it!/
I've got some new beats to sell, I've got a couple albums I wrote/
I've got a backpack full of tracks I sling like dope! They on like coke!/
I've got a couple women on me, I've got a little time to spend!/
I did this all and got y'all niggas tricked again! Thank God I've got it!/

Hook (including Bridge adlibs)