Layne Jazzey - Fuck Nigga [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Layne Jazzey]

Fuck nigga!
Had me not taught you rap
You would never understand
What to write with a pen...
I taught you from A, B to the Z
Letter
But i never brag about it
Cause im so fed up
You took me for granted
Turned my lessons to venec
As you thought you would
Spit better
Fuck it, Imma kill you with
This flow, throw
A tough blow, no gloves on better
Hide behind your bro...
Or wear a bra, you just
Another whore, coming from
A slut womb
Who used to think that
She was hot
But she was silly cold and
She worn mini skirts
Seducing little boys
Hoping that she get it on
While your pop was at his job
Thinking when he came back
He would fuckin hit it strong
But your daddy was wrong...
I'm reverting this hip hop game
To the one of 2Pac and Biggie
Better not fuck with me
Cause that's what it was
That's what it is my nigga
That's why i blast
I never got mercy for these
Dummy fake fucks
This rap game i own it
And there's only one king
Y'meee Fuck you i'm the one
Try to rap smarter
You lame you still dumb
I gave you my verses
You won rap battles cause you
Were rapping my verses
Taught you how to turn them
Good words to phrases
When you diss me in your tracks
Don't forget i'm illmatic
You just a new comer nigga
Follow the basics
How can a kid kill a grown
Man? are you mad real?
Nursed you from baby steps
Covered your ass with napkins
Cause i taught you best
Now you think you the rap king?
My raps are like shit you
Better close your nostrils
I deliver like a river you
Can't stop my flow bitch
I'm coming with another bomb
You cannot fuck with
You just started me
Be ready for the steam
Be ready for the heat
Be ready for your slaughter
When i jump in every
Beat
You can't start a beast and
Expect to live free
Watch me grab a hammer
And demolish all your dreams
I used to let you enter every
Room in my crib
Screaming that you loyal
Bitch like you always be
You ain't nothing but
A snake nigga
You better wife your own
Sister
After this rap did done your
Chick is gonna dump you....
My rap shit is so sinister...
I rap better than your
Features...
I got heat like the heater...
I run this game like Mr Carter...
Gotta keep going harder...
Young nigga, imma kill you
Now
Never heard of this shit, its
A unique sound
I guess you know my aim that
I'm aiming for the clouds
I wanna make it rain on your
Fans in the crowd
Spit the realest shit that'll
Make my mama proud
She wonder why i diss niggas
Why i play foul?
Mami rap ain't fair i gotta
Stay strapped
Put my name in the list of
Street names on the map
I wanna be remembered when they
See me they should clap
Forget about my flaws, my jokes
In the back of the class
Same nigga that i'm dissing ain't
Even got grade ten
When he see me in the streets
He pretend we best friends
I passed grade twelve and hit
The road to Joburg
A nigga started changing
Hating on my lifestyle
As i'm heading for success
I will never compromise
Blood on my hands, did a nigga
Sacrifice?
I tried to do right
I tried to be nice
But niggas ain't polite
They always wanna fight!!!

END!!!