Joe-N-Box - Other Shit ft. Maffew Ragazino [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:Box]

Gotta trim the hedges cause the snakes in the garden
I know rich folk with cake, it’s crazy they starving
Half of ‘em should be laying in coffins
Cut throat antics get sliced when they shave in the morning
I throw dukes with Dillingers
Go toe to toe with the sinners
The villains tryna kill villagers for a million plus
Never the buck stops
The blame is a passenger bus;
Drop the crumbs from the bread when the funds rot
The gun is not a weapon of mine
I ink a tech with the pen, and chef bullets killing legends of crime
So all you sour faced lemons and limes
Let me describe
How I cruise past enemy lines with every rhymes
I
Craft a missile that whistles
Call you cats out
You get dropped like diet weight and fat pounds
With black flowers and black gowns;
You chillin’ under rocks when this clean addict laying the smack down

[Hook x2]

Live from the mother ship
So you can fuck yourself or fuck with it
Joe-N-Box always on some other shit

[Verse 2:Joe]

So show the Shaman the common denominator
The marijuana in paper
So place the pain in the papers and push the vain on a pedestal
Pedals done fell from you
‘cause what you felt was true love, there was no helping you
Help yourself, to the helpless, selfish souls
So many books up on this shelf of Joe’s
I leave myself exposed in every bar and I suppose
That the pope will hold his rosary
As the poet approaches the podium to speak
The planet Earth is in my palm
Pomegranate juice and some ganj
I promise that I’m pompous, you don’t want it with the God
I’ve got it and I’ve had it since you were handed to mom
Mob with the Swines or find annihilation, ever wonder why you smile in moderation?
‘Cause you gave up on those dreams you were chasin’
I’m savin’ the world with my bars, like my bars wearin’ capes, bitch

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3:Maffew]

Even more gutta
I usually fuck the daughter and the mother at the same time, won't even change rubbers
Nasty mother fucker,dirty Brownsvillian
Fresh from the cellar, to the chandelier ceiling
Goal is half a trillion,That ain't far fetched
Cause when you fish with great bait, you never know what you'll reel in
A killer whale, I'm juicing, spinach and kale
Milk crate era baby, cheese doodles and Sunny Dels
My mind shines like a blood diamond from Zales
When you see me I'm wearing grills
I will shut your coffin with nails
Left my last show, with a skinny Susan so pale
CUNY graduate, but her mouth could have finished Yale
Finna' shock the world, like Ramo on the rail
All hell, I'm giving them all hell
School of hard knocks valedictorian, no Cornell
Ragazino Sr. bitch I'm the raw deal