Modd EZ - Vice Grip [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Modd EZ]

I got the game up in a vice grip
Couch Potato, M-O-D-D, yeah they type sick
Got the ammo, I’m just saying that it might spit
Bumping headphones as the pen moves, how my night’s spent
I got the game up in a vicegrip
Couch Potato, M-O-D-D, yeah they type sick
Got the ammo, I’m just saying that it might spit
Bumping headphones as the pen moves, how my night’s spent

[Verse 1: Modd EZ]

I been harmonic its like reiki or kundalini
Who could truly see me, I go poof where's the foolish Genie
Moments of happiness, they say your atoning is blasphemous
But ask for your ass to kiss when your arrogant
On the real I rather just perfect my perfection
As I lessen your lessons
All your speculation suspect is worth less then a spec and
I'm a pro at progression
All your slogans slowly seeing the depth of depression
You couldn't mesh with message
These actors ass and asinine
These One wing niggas ain't half as fly
These slaves with a master ain't masterminds
So don't ask for mine tell a nigga like(woop)
I'm the man this year (woop), these them alibis here (woop)
Close the caskets then let these nigga gasp for air
Drift of the pencil watch my pages kicking my mental
They dig for remnantsً of rebels don't worry nigga I'll let you (woop)
Go think you nice (woop) while they feed you lies (woop)
Them deceitful crimes then I turn to he who snipes


[Hook]

[Verse 2: Couch Potato]

I know he ain't better than me
Somebody better tell than man he
Looking real wack
Ain't spittin’ no facts so he pretty irrelevant
All about the presidents, CMC/Money Gang
Running through your city and we taking over everything
Boy too sick, never took vitamins
Everybody getting shitted on, call it “Chocolate Rain”
Call me insane, no call me gifted
They say they like how I’m different
Rap about shit that I’m living and I'm giving the game what its missing
I’m taking the game form you bitches
I hope that you have enjoyed it
Game in a vice grip, your career in the toilet
First they would ridicule, now they recognize
Bitches trying not to drool when I step inside
Be chill, you don’t want to be killed lyrically
I be killing these, trillz
Tell your boy for real, stop trying to spit with inadequate skill
Real rappers get deals, I will
Mess around, killing off niggas I don’t feel
Born in a zoo, concrete jungle, Call me Bear Grylls
World in my hand, sit back taller than you on your last stand
Beef ain’t nothing, tell your man
I’m a hot potato, you don’t want me on your hands

[Hook]