Ricky Conaway - Box With God (Control) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(CM Punk)
"You need to understand that your little jabs and your insults, it's all kiddie games
You can't leave a mark on the champ's face
Understand, when you step in the ring, your arms are just too short to box with God."

If I may lemme throw in my two cents, bitch I'm known to be ruthless
Rocky Balboa I'll show ya one blow and you're toothless
My flow is a nuisance, lyrical miracles playin that im prone to producin
See my home where the truth is
Just a zone full of mutants, Imma nut in this head of mine Imma bolt to be loosened
There is no resolution
Witness the bomb that was planted, either blow or defuse it
Grab hold to the truth or be prepared to go hit the controller's mute switch
Always been told I was far from the norm, awkward decor and tomorrow I'll be startin' a war
Ain't a justifiable reason you're pausin' me for
Start to record and y'all be warned by the caution before
That Imma put em in their coffin I swore I would never soften explore inside of the dark
And I'm sure that it's pretty often it pours when they saw the arson
Your sword'll need to be sharp to assure that you got the heart to endure
What Imma hand to em, ambulances better sit on deck
Always speak the truth and I ain't never been wrong yet
Call it a bomb threat
I'll sever an arm, leg, heart, neck, jaw, til they ain't got a body part left
When I awakened in the mornin', this beat was still playin' in my headphones, with a paper and pencil
Take a step to me then Imma lay you in the deadzone
Touch down where you at but i ain't playin' in no endzone
Freak of nature with a piece of paper, my team is major
Either cease the hate or leave today I'll see ya later
Forget a mediator, steppin' to me is like you're seekin' danger
I put in work while you decrease your labor
Tell em all at the top that I'm on the way
Cherish your time because it might be gone today
You ain't given shit unless lie about it or steal it
And I ain't talkin' my name but I might have to con a way
And Imma rap until my mouth is off
Every problem that's presented I'm about to solve
Linin' em up and takin' shots and then I count em all
Cause boy it ain't about potential it's about results
Showin' y'all my success rate is over the top
Continue doubtin', give a fuck if you know it or not
I know you hope and you wonder if my flow'll be stopped
And here's the answer, quite frankly: no it will not
But lemme prove it I don't blame you for the doubt I'm given
See I ain't talkin' bout a pound to piff, or counterfeit, or showin' off a thousand women
I ain't concerned wit all you bitchy muhfuckas
Hatin' Ricky isn't new, so suck a dick you muhfuckas!!

Some of you love it and I see that the rest in doubt
Gimme a moment and I promise I'll impress the crowd
They hear my shit and immediately text it out
They hear yo shit and immediately exit out, haaaa
Now ain't that shit depression? wow
I love every listen I get, every blessin' counts
I am the best in town, there ain't a point in tryna question how..

"Do I have everybody's attention now?"

Bitch!!