Josh Glanz - True Thoughts of an Emcee PT. 1 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Josh Glanz]
The names JG, i'm mass massacuring the whole class
Walk in school with my pants saggin' so you can kiss my ass
I be changing up the status quo
Know I got the baddest flow
And you niggas should know that my style is unsurpassable
So go ahead and grip Glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
Than snatch the heat from you and fire off six shots
I'm a savage
Your lyrics are unhealthy, eat some cabbage
You try to rap but you get lost like airport baggage
"How you manage?", well see, I'm a veteran
"Have you heard of JG, hes dope, you can't step to him"
I'm a damn assassin, weed is what I'm passing
Mouth be so numb cause of all these tabs of acid
I'm a criminal but no one knows what I do like the Secret Service
I be preaching dope flow and rhymes like a priest in churches
Call me Bowser cause you know that I'm spitting flame
G-L-A-N-Z bro, that be the fucking name
My lyrics get you mindfucked, I call that shit a concussion
Have to get this stress off my chest like breast-reduction
And I hope that y'all faggots never ever think of dissing me
Cause if you do, I'll kill you, and than you'll be missing me
So go ahead and try it
I'll knock your head off and kick that shit 'fore it hit the floor like we playing football
I control my whole army like we playing fooseball
And if your bros got caught, you know they'd rat you out and you'd fall
In my brain I'm firing off all these consanants and vowels
Lyrical murdering, my words are just gonna rip out your bowels
If this was a sport, your raps would probably have 20 fouls
So go ahead pussys, you can't match me, throw in the towel
You envy me, I go on stage and you get an eye strain
It's not polite to stare at people so I give you eyepain
You're a damn facsimile, you try to be me
Why not try being a fac-metaphor, cause I'm already G
Me and the rap god got together and talked about raps fate
And you're ruining Hip-Hop, so we chose to eradicate
I'm striking down like lightning
My raps are so enlightening
I'm lyrically murdering so this shit might be frightening
My flow is so pristine
You will not find blood in my spleen
All you're gonna find in there is just a little Codeine
I preside in Hip-Hop
Promethazine, now I sip pop
Ima flatten you whack niggas like pancakes, flip-flop
"Look at my wrist-watch, that shits so cold yo"
No one gives a fuck about your watch or your cold flow
See me, I spit heat, yo the temperatures rising
I'm a fucking 5G, get that shit at Verizon
Y'all should learn linguistics
You faggots are boring like biscuits
Thats why your bitch is asking me for the 7 digits
I'm gifted, when it comes too rhyming
You dont know how to flow your lyrics but you know I got perfect timing
My vocabulary varys, it's like a different language
Hip-Hop throws you down the pipe like my fucking sink drainage
I'm daunless, my dope flow
I know that you want this
Already been to Hell so the Devil couldn't haunt this
My dexteritys gonna make me money to start a charity
It'll keep all the whack niggas like you from being a parody
We don't need that shit in Hip-Hop, you fucking faggot
See me, I draw attention without trying like a magnet
On the mic, I'm vicious
When I'm at school, teachers get suspicious
All because they know doing drugs is in my best interest
Ima ressurect Shakur and Christopher Wallace
Soon I'll have so much money, Ima need multiple wallets
But I don't give a fuck about cash, so here, take some Franklins
Money don't mean shit to me, that's my revelation
Don't need an explanation, y'all should know cash blinds you
You'll never make it anywhere if you think rap finds you
I'm the Rap God times two, try to step to me
If you wanna rap like I do than, take a breath or three
Feels like I popped Ecstacy, cause all these bitches feeling me
My lyrics and my flow together is the artillary
The beat is the enemy, and I'm killing it
You know me, always on my damn mother fucking villian shit
Peace

Feels good to be back mother fuckers!