Oscar O'Neill - Welcome To Trouble [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
Who you know that could hold the coast down?
New York Militia, holding the fort down
New York Militia, outta control now
Memo to all: I'm setting you hoes down
Memo to all: your styles are broke down
Plain and generic, old and decrepit
Verbal assailant, the mic that I'm holding my weapon
Listen up closely I'll teach you young niggas lesson, check it
G’s up nigga, hoes down
If the bitch can’t swim, then the bitch gon' drown, uh
But I'ma keep this all on wax
Be back the next verse to bring the bars right back, ugh

Chorus:
Here we go
Dangy dang
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Diggy dangy dang
Boom, boom, boom
Diggy dangy dang
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Diggy dangy dang
(Repeat 2x)

Dialogue:
There is no color in music
I'm glad you didn't meet Hendrix and tell him that
There is no color in music, man
Sometimes when I trip, I feel like I'm hanging out with Hendrix
Well it's not a human color
The color you see when you trip is...neon

Verse 2:
Lyrical warfare, napalm in your crosshairs
Run this town, I'm the boss here
It's the ego-maniacal, diabolical
Vividly spitting these bullets to the abdominal, super volatile
On that note pump up the volume
Pin the needle and scratch up the vinyl
Niggas just need to be exiled
All of them tight jeans and feminine textiles
They call me Oscar O'Neill, the ruler
The verbal abuser, the nigga who ruptures medullas
But I'ma keep this all on wax
Welcome Trouble nigga, New York back

Dialogue:
What's wrong with the music out now?
I don't know what they say
My son understands it, I don't know what they say
I hear the beat, the beat is great
What they're saying, I'm lost
Is what they're saying important anymore?
No, most of the time it's just (unintelligible)
I mean it doesn't make sense
I mean music now is not music of before
It made sense
Now you can just say one word through the whole album and you got a hit

[Brooklyn Bound, C Local]
This is a Brooklyn Bound C local train
The next stop is: 14th Street
Stand clear of the closing doors, please