N/A Music - Hip-Hop Playoffs [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
Did you ever reminisce on your past thoughts
The ones you want to change, change your whole fate and cause a rearrange
That’s why I turnt up here, King Ice
Yo muhfuckas who wanna volunteer
Make me mo’ beats, I’m getting influenced by this beat like life rap life mic score on a height
Jordans so high like an air flight
Rapper bunch of pussy geez afraid to stand infront of me, no scar
Knowing the results gonna be the same as K. Payne, the only thing they regain is a memoir
Of how far they got
Which is nowhere
Still I give’em the props for having the courage to go against me
If there is a priest to confess me to I'll say the same shit too, I ain’t lyin’
I’m on a well-known drug
Call it Music
I’m not here to say something to confuse it but enthuse it to on use it I'll be murdering beats till the day I‘m deceased
Cause this game will be deceased after me
It’s gonna be RIP to this RAP
Then I’ll be leaving this music for you to screw it
I’m last nail holding this game together and you want to un screw me
Like really, you’re a bunch of wannabes a bunch of mini mi
Talkin’ bout drugs and thug life but homie who you really be
Come on face to face u against me
A rap battle ring but you’re not up to commitments claiming that you’re married to the game
But she’s the one ruling you, you’re not playing the game the game's playing you
I like all your songs with your vocals removed
And to be sure, I put it on mute
I’m here to save the game, I’m this rap’s medic cause you all pathetic
Protect the message, believe the messenger
My rap isn’t a replica
I’m here with the man who has the same first same as Bomaye
Yo Ali
Get’em, eh

(Verse 2)
I came out as gay; yeah, light-hearted and carefree
Whatcha think I’d say, care to spare me
Whatcho think about me? Cause I could care less
How you choose to conceive the world, blindly
You speak about how harshly I’ve made an impact
Peekaboo motherfucker!
I’m a planetoid, I destroyed dinosaurs, my words are like swords, and I leave you resource-less
Why keep fucking in the locker room
When apparently you ain’t a game changer, bitch
I dunk punches and pass you metaphors like the Hip-Hop Playoffs
I beat the shit
Outta your buzz, and I’m light-years ahead so
If you think you the future, think twice
But again you don’t have a head cause you gave me one and I fucked you thrice in a trice
I’m the evolution of that hopping hipness
You’ll find me hanging on top of fireplaces next Christmas
And I’ve made it so far so “So Far Gone” ain’t got shit on me
I Say What’s Real, I got a Lust for Life
But Sooner Than Later
I’ma Call It Off and take A Night Off
For a Little Bit ‘fore I’m Successful
And The Calm always comes before Congratulations
What have I achieved? One mixtape and a few hundred lyrics later
And I still spit, and you’re a piece of shit
And I’m elevated cause I’m motivated
But I still hate it when I’m underrated
But shoutout to King Ice, what up
Homie I made it