KG - Control Remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

All I've been doing is progressing
For the love of my profession
It's all about progression
Ain't no regressing
Even when I feel like the whole world's getting at me
I refuse to call it depression
All the people I've been impressing
Out of 5 that think I should've been aborted
There are about 50 that have done nothing but supported
What the f*ck is happening?
How could you have the audacity
To come at me with some rap CD
Looking all happily
That disses everything I stand for?
Why you think I became a man for?
Even through all the shit that's been thrown at me
I've managed to keep fast feet
I'm moving faster than a track meet
I bet half of y'all wanna smack me
But trust me; that will be the last thing
That happens before you see God everlasting
If you touch me I will kill you
I can't let it happen; I'm too ill to
We're done with Zimmerman and Trayvon
So now who you gonna put the hate on?
Macklemore, Lil Wayne, or TreySongz?
Lil Snoop, Boozie, Drake, Sean?
I'd diss every rapper but that's a level I won't stoop to
Must be really hanging on the edge like a loose tooth
I ain't scared bruh
More bass than a snare drum
Mainstream rappers, you must've really scared 'em
But I ain't scared none
I feel a beat in my chest like Donkey Kong
Life's a jungle; I got my monkeys on
Like math, I'll square up with all y'll motherf*ckers
Like Miley Cyrus, y'all a bunch of dick suckers
Got a heart colder than winter on Ice Road Truckers
I ball like the balls in drawls
That haul only to fall
I am with y'all
I do not recall...
The best out being Chief Keef
That's just a sneak peak...
At the downfall of the nation
So much deprivation
That it led to starvation
Trinidad James on radio stations
That should be a sign like bombs going off without detonation
Make a good hook then
I might be hooked in
With the "King of Brooklyn"
But 'till then I ain't gonna book shit
Think you're real hot by putting rappers on the spot
But that is not how you get support fro your block
If I'mma be the one to clean tha game up I'mma need a mop
I will not rest or stop
'Till I can rest atop
All these bitches claiming hip hop
I'd bury y'all and don't need a shovel
I've been with the hustle
Ain't gonna quit 'till I got a deck that ain't been shuffled
Get the best hand possible
Ain't gonna stop 'till I'm unstoppable
If someone really kills these rappers I'mma be the on responsible
Got a gram and a kilo
Always gotta check the peep hole
Doing this all for my people
I'mma end up on top like a church steeple
Shooting up and I don't need needles.
Got a team full of Mexicans. Call it a quipo
Y'all are gonna jump when you hear me; what you need a seat fo'?
New rappers come through here, I'mma have to beast 'em
Beat tso p*ssies at once like a threesome
I have to spit it to these critics
Who think I ain't with it
They're so dimwitted
Would murder y'all but there are too many lives at stake here
Got a larger vocabulary than Shakespeare
I'm all about my dough, and the cake's here
You ain't my friend, but you can be my bud: make beer
Ain't ever heard a flow quite like this
I ain't your average whit kid
Say it quite clear... I'm KG
Working hard for my shit like slavery
The game is what made me
Coached myself; nobody ever trained me
I spit these bars for Kendrick Lamar
I'm going hard from the start
I'm going harder than armor
Moving like a charter
My skills ain't up for barter
Kendrick calling everybody out; Lord help me
Machiavelli, R-Kelly, Nelly
You gave me the ignition for my resistin'
I stay persistent while you're dissin'
Real shit seems so distant
I could call out anyone at this instance
All about my spit game
Ain't got shit gained
But I spit flames
Spit hotter than a bitch('s) breath
Only way I'm hitting (is) if she got big breast
Kill you on the beat so the only way you('re) around me is spiritually
Obviously, I was gifted lyrically
Hip hop ain't something you practice for
I'm sharper than some cactus thorns
I ain't busting; I'm crackin' whores
And when we('re) done she come back for more
But nah, bitch, you're just my practice whore
Are you ready?
Sicker than raw spaghetti
I'm holding steady
I'm so hot I'm like a stove; I'm fryin'
Got my dogs with me; all named Brian
All about my family like Peter
Spit lyrics hotter than heaters
Best thing coming through your speakers
Hit it everyday like Derek Jeter
I would get on the track and diss every rapper in the industry
But they just might be into me
Ain't got much time for enemies
Faith, God, and love; all about the Trinity
Every time I spit flows
I spit cold
I hit hoes
The bitch know
Don't slip though
I trip notes
I switch boats
On the get-go
If it's your desire I will spit fire for empires
Can't stand liars!
I kill 'em like murder for hire!