Joca Shot - Control [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Joca Shot]
Young teenager living in the east coast
The name is Joca Shot; A name that will be exposed
Around the years
Inside of ears
Like ear wax
Real facts -
It's a difficult task to bring the real back
But it is possible
All that wack shit tossable
Success is crossable
By murdering the responsible
And I don't mean it literally
Really I'mma kill these niggas
I'm Talking lyrically
Have hope for the genre
I'm talking Biblically
And I just need the east coast
To keep believing in me
I'mma prove Kendrick wrong
My pen hitting aggressively
This paper tearing apart, Give me another sheet
Yea And I respect the deceased
But the view from the bottom not appealing, I'm tryna switch seats
So I spit nasty
Like a milf after swallowing semen
Representing Queens, NY
With Kwyet and D-Manmor
They want more like a starving african
Let me hear your best verse one more time so I can laugh again (Ha Ha)
Your verses is so simple
The expectations getting lower, shit's like we playing limbo
Rap about the riches, Rap about the bitches
Just stop writing shit that sound like a third grader could of written
I'mma run this game and blow up like the Boston Marathon
Get it if you didn't then rewind the song
My mind got thoughts - Confucius
Would be confused with it
I choosed the illest rappers and fused em
Doctor needa check em cause they too sick
I don't give two shits
What Kendrick says in his music
I'mma be running the coast of New York and Massachussets
But Props to him he induced the hip hop community
To step up their lyricism, savor this opportunity
Start pursuing dreams
By chewing these rappers
Sweeter than mountain dew plus two or 3
More spoons of sugar in an Arizona tea
Kendrick's verse hit everyone's head like Kanye
And made em realize hip hop was going the wrong way
But Hakuna Matata
I promise to not dissapoint
Kendrick's the face now, but wait til I flip the coin

[Verse 2: D-Manmor]
They're prolly gonna wanna kill me when they hear this
I see some new niggas in the game act the weirdest
Kendrick Lamar, this is the east coast I'm fearless
I eat coach's impairments, when you dudes try to compare this
They're dickriding your verse, you got them to sing with you
I'll add them to the list of dead bodies I bring with you
Never posted you on Instagram cause you're elegant
In a couple years, I'm sure that you'll say I'm relevant
Relevant enough, to respond to me
The spotlights on me, YOUR core fans are on me
Now you're ready to line me, now you're rowdy to find me
Instead of putting a bullet in me, you try to sign me
What was your main intention, to move the shotty
Or is it a publicity stunt, for a new Bugatti?
We illuminate the floor, with the rubric jaws
Tryna survive in New York reading the newest laws
You're rich, so explain why you acting stupid for
Your performance didn't bother me cause I'm use to poor
I will say, that the shots are running fast
Joell Ortiz spoke like hip hop is coming back
I appreciate that, you're properly a slave
Feeding the hype but Hip-Hop still in the grave
So fuck what you say
Joca Shot and D-Manmor
And I demand more today
Fuck Kendrick Lamar, we here to put him in graves!

[Verse 3: Kwyet]
I'm sinnin' to be winnin'
Fuck the world and it's opinion
That goes to you too "Kendrick the Great"
But when you offended my state
You know you over-extended your stay
In this rap shit, Tryna start some east/west static
Just tryna make shit tense
But you're not Pac and that's the difference
Handling beef is my sixth sense
So naturally I'm coming at ya team
But I don't need to cause Cassidy already classically put you bastards on blast for me drastically
And so did the O.G. Joell Ortiz
Now make some room for Kwyet on the floor please
Trigger happy, You know what fun the steel bring
Never put yourself with Nas, you can't run with real kings!
Fuck that, your career still young like a Rugrat
This is rough rap
I actually copped "good kid MAAD city" - Thank God I keep receipts
You think you can beef with Meek?
Every man picks the wrong fight and you were bound to
Dre and Game should've never crowned you
They define the west better
Pissed off like a bed wetter
You were a fuckin' problem, now I'm your fuckin' problem
Killing your rep like I'm fuckin' Stalin
Never forget to remind us you been through the streets
You should stop rapping then man, you should preach
That line dissing KRIT and T?
That means shit to me
How wack was that sentence
You hardly as good as half them rappers you mentioned
King of NY, Are you crazy?
Have you forgot about artists like Jay-Z?
I laugh at Black Hippy
Shoulda stayed in Compton, you belong in THAT city
I keep it thorough for the 5 boros no lyin'
I do it for the Giants, Knicks, Jets, Nets, Mets, and the Yankees
I do it for New York, y'all ain't even gotta thank me

[Outro: Joca Shot]
Yeah, now tell me who gonna beat this remix
Its Joca Shot, D-Manmor, and Kwyet
So wassup?