D-Con - I Got This [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I got this, I got this
I'm the key to the game, I'm the locksmith
My name they keep on mentionin
Pay attention when I drop this
I got this, I got this
The whip gone wild, its topless
My name I hear them mention it
Pay attention bitch, I got this

One for the money
Two for the show
Three for the whip with the suicide doors
I got this, I got this
Better tell them hoes I got this
One for the lyrics
Two for the spirit
Three for the ones that still can't hear it
I got this, I got this
Somebody tell them boys I got this

[Verse 1]
This year, I climbed a mountain
Felt like all the times I rhymed about them
Spread my wings, but I'm fly without them
Raps doctor, Like I am house when
I give the game open heart surgery
Cause it lacks heart, to me thats emergency
Wheres the De La Souls? Wheres the Rakims?
Wheres anybody worthy of the top ten?
Well look no further then the mirror itself
They say I'm cocky, shit, are you hearin' yourself?
Your inferior to me
Cause I say what you can't say in fear of your own insecurities
And I got none, but I got this
Nobody care whats in yo pockets
Rap turned to some one dimension shit
And everybody scared to mention this

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I ain't sayin that its wrong to rap about cars
And the clothes and the hoes but what am I supposed
To do, rap about that all the time
Nobody wanna stop it, the job is mine
They sellin fake images, we ain't buyin'
Rappers gettin lazy, they ain't tryin'
Nowadays, man I barely like to listen
Wheres the rappers at that wanna fight the system
The KRS's, The Chuck D's
The ones who ain't rappin for publicity
The ones who ain't afraid to hit a lick with me
Two of yall went and turned straight bitch to me
Fuck Oppression too, and the rest of you
I'll show you what this damn smith-n-wesson do
Try to use me to get yourself a couple views
Keep it going, playboy, you'll meet the fuckin noose

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Mary jane fills my inner chambers
So I remain calm and hold back my anger
In rap I'm startin' to feelin like I'm a stranger
I'll drop wack rappers somethin' like remainders
I ain't worried bout droppin bangers
None of yall had your life in danger
So ima get lyrical, perform miracles
Christ I'm good, man it might of been in that manger
Rest in peace to the rap game
I'm too dope, I belong in the crack game
I hear what you talkin and thats lame
And don't dare come round here to ask names
I'm Con bitch, who the fuck is you
Better recognize my southern roots
Better recognize I speak the truth
When I say we got no love for you

[Hook]