Cush Wallace - Genocide [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Ehh, Cush!
You know what it is man!

Verse: Cush Wallace

(Uh)
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
I stayed up so I'm on it
This is my destiny and I'm just trying to own it
Them niggas never hot
Like a pair of saucony's
Got some money, now they claim they real
But I'm aware of you phonies
So tell niggas just fall back
This pimp game, Slick Back
Hit ya girl, don't call back
Now you all on twitter, all sad
That's all bad, fuck your group y'all whack
All lame, Fake soldier in the field
I suggest you wear them dog tags
So, you can be identified
As a victim of my genocide
They only care about themselves
I'm trying to keep my Gen alive
I shake your hand, say what's up then after that
I sanitize, I skipped school
You're Skip Bayless
Always trying to analyze
Everything that Cush say
Everything that Cush do
But all I do is Succeed
At everything I pursue
You walk around like Hershel
But ain't accomplished shit
T-Byrd, BG, and CASH
Are my accomplices
And we going to rape and pillage y'all
Until there's nothing left
Yelling I'm the illest y'all
Mother fuck the rest
Because, I'm just trying to eat, like food stamps
And get lots of mills
Fuck American superstars
Like Hugh Grant
In Notting Hill
My top five
Dead or alive, Goes Left Eye then Aaliyah
Nia Long, Zoe Saldana
Then Angelina
Jolie, roll more weed, insomniac
I hardly sleep
Ever since pops found I rap, we hardly speak
And, that's weak
But this shit makes me happy
But he don't care
He just lives vicariously through me
The more pain I feel
My fans listen to more me
As fame grows my pain grows
Distant towards me
(Yeah) And
That's my sad reality, so please just past that bag of weed
So I can free my mind
All I need
Is to escape and everything will be fine
They disguise the real
And diagnose the world as skitsos
If you aren't on your job
They place you out on skid row
Walking soft on eggshells
Steady trying to tip-toe
What you think I rap for?
To push a fucking pinto? (uh)
Like Play in house party, I get in for free
You pay at house parties, Do if for the ratchets
They stay aroused and horny
All my homies killers fam
And they all vouching for me, like
Bang Bang
Nigga shoot em up
Me & Him since day one
Just the two of us
And my brother Dee man, that nigga so fresh
Iron out the details
And watch all these hoes press

(yeah)