Kool G. Rap - Let the Games Begin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Kool G. Rap]
Yo I come in the form of danger lurkin
Blastin' the math strange and merkin
Shot at strangers from out the Ranges in Suburbans
Curtains for anybody perpin
Leavin' em hurt for certain
Blood on the curb and bandages like turbans
We roll the durban
All in this dirt, puffin the herb and
We bring the verbs in
Double action's loaded with Germans
Area's urban, block's hot where we be swervin
Gun fights strike like a serpent
Leave your nerves jerkin
Lay down any person
Strictly for just target rehearsin
The skills remain tight as Holy Mary the Virgin
Slowly carry the burden
So we varied the shit you heard an'
Hit you with the different methods and versions;
We simply
Let bullets rip until the clip is empty
Get laid in your tracks as if you was SMPTE
Hit you like Jack Dempsey
The mac packin MC, with gats clappin like an M.P
Open your friendly wimpy, frame like an M.D
Blow you until your block's windy
Be on sort of a shot frenzy
My Glocks don't stop til the cops hem me
Blow only hollow tops in me
Hazardous shit - guns is accurate
Sendin niggas to meet the King of Nazareth
Playin me close has a risk
I bash cliques like they was masochist
Blast the tear gas, thinkin I'm pacifist
That's the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist

Chorus: Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X)

Yo let the games begin
The tec and mac-10 flames begin
Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins
Hammers to firing pins
Me and my kin be makin you spin
The Lord or The Devil takin you in

[Kool G. Rap]
It's the Corona Queens apocalypse
My block is hit with the dark eclipse
Takin no hostages, so grab the Glocks and clips
The rap's apostle-ist, big as the Loch Ness
Large as Colossus is
Mumblin shit get shot at the esophagus
A Thug Saga novelist
Sex in this rap shit monogamous
Rainin like the tropics while you be topicless
Blood money monopolist - do it for eons
Shinin like it's, neon - heart colder than freon
Decidin which MC to pee on;
Baby cause that's the shit that we on
Niggas go to Warrick like Dionne
Put the G on
I analyze guys with Montana eyes
To vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise
Cut em down like samurais
Kickin that real shit that you fantasize
Niggas step aside and recognize
G. the real cat, pack a steel gat, baby feel that
Leave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and peeled back
Battle-actin rap shit'll put you in back of a Cadillac
A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like cataracts
Red roses on a dead foe
Layin in wet clothes from head blows
Your whole brain be exposed
Get your body torn out the frame from lead throws
None of my victims ever bled slow
Stiff as Edgar Poe, that's how it go

Chorus