Stokely - Control Freeverse [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[VERSE II: Stokely]
Wasn’t gone do this
But niggas was talking reckless
Forgot that im ruthless on records nigga im jerry heller
You fellas don’t want my two cents?
Fuck it die with the rest of em
Favorite rapper under my nike or at least whats left of em
Best fuckin MC in Cleveland, yall looking edible
Niggas stepping with beef and then roll away as a vegetable
Ripping ya mandible, then tossing it to them fans of you
Niggas think they can rap, I get it that’s understandable
When all you got around you is corny niggas and canibals
That bite each other till the whole city lookin identical
I keep it explicit part of speech flippin
The artery slitting, dropping art till you leave the gallery limping
Call ambulances and more ammunitions compare me to villains
And point out civilians thinking they fuck with me time to kill em
Slowly and maliciously, leaving mysteries unintentionally
Ignorance must be bliss because these niggas happy with misery
Nigga you don’t know shit I rip it, I rip it physically
And at the same time subliminally make marks on history
No remedy only serenity
Keeping your body of work in asymmetry
Picture me vividly painting
Obituaries hanging of niggas that hated
My memories fading
Brand new attitude, them sneakers better hit the pavement
Unless you willing to stand and defend that bullshit you claiming
I doubt it, so where’s your payment?
My shit earns interest in memory banks
Your shit is belated, birthday wishes from your ex-bitches
Damn, tell me how that make you feel
Niggas fresh off lasik, still basic, can't see the hill
So I kill these niggas and instantly watch they’re weakness reveal
Prophecies get fulfilled
With each one of you niggas that I leave slobbering in the field
Black dahlia in the field
Shit is stranger than fiction, take nightmares and make them real
No alibi, no appeal ,no trial
Lord give me bars, give my victims the green mile or green cards
Get the fuck from around me, know your boundaries
And trust me we hard
Longest yard you’ll ever walk, you sweating stepping to me dog
And I’ll gladly add you to the recipe dog
But remember its Common Ave. man I rep till the end
Like comodo, I’m cold blooded with the pad and the pen
Smashing the trends
These wack rappers close to the end and we close to the ends
Like offensive tackles, pockets get big
Since a kid I always knew that I was nothing like them
The action coming, motherfucker I ain't running like them
Because these wolves they want flesh
They’ll dress like sheep to get it
My soul just won’t rest, bars ready for vengeance
These broads ready to commend it
I traveled way past intentions
They think they contending, Im ripping tendons every time I spit it! (ugh)
You niggas ain't really rapping yall just coffin filling
Cough and feel it when I hit your chest quick with the sharpest lyrics
Slaughter’s dripping and tempting
Safari in him he’s tripping
He gotta get it, if not he’ll stay hungry and basement living
That basic living was never a part of the plan, he’s given
A set of talents that not many humans were born equipped with
Feeling inside his chest got him feeling he’s never finished
Like he took an eight and tipped it they hated, he ate again
Let me tell yall that yall niggas ain't got shit on me
Got more in my memory than you could meditate over twenty centuries nigga!