King Kold - Control [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

Who ready for war?
Rolling with my nigga tom hanks
We headed towards the front line
Black jeeps and tanks
Dropping bombs on lames
Till I see nothing but limbs
On some private Ryan shit
When niggas see me they tremble exclaiming it's him, it's him
The devil
Igniting these flames and devouring rappers with an inferno
Till you pop like a kernel
Then slam my pitchfork into your cerebral
Say I won't? then Dare this devil like Knievel
These artist ain't what they claim to be
State to be Picasso's, Caravaggio's, Donatello’s
Yet can't paint a picture with words even if they had stencils
I'm a sick kid
With a flow that hits so hard it leaves niggas dyslexic
Won't know your rights from your left kid
Must be why these dudes forgot they sex’s
Bunch of pussy niggas
That care more about they looks
Then they composition
Say they spit that real
Yet the truth end up missing
Fuck what you talking bout
Your vibes promiscuous
Got protection To block you out
Got 17 rounds in a clip
To assist My buddy that’s attached to my hip
An you don’t wanna see him spit
Them acid droplets will tear holes through your skin
If you remix this song and don’t consider me competition
I'll find the ones you love have em toe tagged or missing
Well known in my district
East to west coast
Catch me in Vegas
Viewing the strip from my window in the Bellagio
While bad chick provides fallacio
While the fountains blow below
Ain't no love for these rappers
Only thing that come close to it is my belt buckle
And even that’s missing two vowels

Uh

No chance in defeating me
Youd have a better chance
Surviving a tnt explosion
While strapped with a bomb
Armed to a gas tank
With a hand tremor kid
That u trust not to detonate the shit
Coming at me is sacrifice bitch
Treated these youngsters like family
Yet lyrically I always beat these kids
Someone call DYFS
Son these rappers Then drown em in a pool of my lyrical word play
Like miss Andrea Yates

Ah

Take shots at me
The recoil push you father back than a AK firing to a grenade
On any fucking day
Slept on me?
The hell you mean?
Do I look like sand man?
Have the paramedics wrap ya head like the Taliban
Better get it through ya thick heads cause I ain't saying it again
Ima own this shit bruh
Best recognize your position


Kold