Whiz-Blacklover - C.O.P [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

C.O.P

Many call them sheriff
I call them, criminal operating personnel's
Wanna know why?
Okay
Listen, we live on planet where criminals catching up with us
Breaking through our homes
Killing innocent people
Owning guns meant for protection
This looks like a therapy for me
An unknown series of number
Like that of a pink sheet
Ma reason not swayed
Rubbers operations in succession before the
Criminal operating personnel's turn up with light and sirens
Where were they, this what am asking
They ain't protecting our homes, people and property
I strike with a line for caution
Ya cops bring us no peace
So far as am concern
No C.O.P is what am talking about
With or without ya'll
The country gon be same
Madafucking sick, of violence, while they work for monthly fucking salaries
C.O.P driving posh cars, snatching negga's women
Its only the truth, and i know that really hurt sooo bad
Always on duty, at check point
Highway checks and numerous joint
Yet, incriminates everywhere
Why ya C.O.P get paid at the end of every fucking month
I spit ma mind, regardless ya actions
Come after me, or leave it
Ya fucking corrupted mr cop
When i call a shot
Negga, what ya negga's gon do with em
Am heading to preach the truth
Negga's be like, ya height is for Police, Soldier
Dem, non of these shit was born to happen in ma life
Amma rapper
A tall rapper
Am here for the truth
I hate to be corrupted
To i tread ma path with sincerity
Look here cop, am not playing jokes with ya
Like am some mr bean
Funny face, basket mouth, de don, apororo and them silky funkiest
Am here to protect the truth
Ready to build walls to govern the truth territories
Bleed it or leave it
Am here to stay
No cop gon stop me
Trowing a light on this shit right here
Imagine a cop, checking ma ride papers
Everything intact yet, needs the day fucking cedis
Mane, this crap, and this makes me fell abused
C.O.P
Criminal Operating Personnel's
Ya'll keep talking about the law
Yet impersonating the law
This makes me step on ya fucking heads
Ya all mean nothing to me
We need protection
Not corruption
We need solutions to the incrimination
Not some kind of retrogression
Ya'll bullshitting
I bet ya ass off ma private life
Every criminal gang got a cop backup
Dem, this makes me sick in the head
Daily daily daily
Amma talk about this shit, today, tomorrow, day after and day forward
Its the mind of me Whiz Blacklover
I bet ah make history, yet to be discovered
Day one is probably gon, but watch out for day two
Ya'll cops can't eat ya cake and have it back
Ya'll messed up
A ball thrown to the wall
Surely come back at ya
With that all black shit on ya body
Be right back with my final submission