SkullKrippla - At My Own Pace (Jay Z Diss) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I don't play ball, you know I fight face to face
Disgrace you verbally and lyrically at my own pace
You at the top of hip hop, they see you as a God
But Imma expose you, cuz I know you for the fraud
Poor Slick Rick, you stole his rhymes and made 'em famous
He must be sittin' on his desk wonderin' where your game is
It's no wonder to me, Pac put you where the blame is
And if BIG saw you dumb down, he'd probably curse the day that
He taught you to love the dough, you ain't rap no more
How you expect to survive with a weak modern flow?
You been stealin' people's lyrics for as long as I had known
BIG, Slick Rick, any rapper that made it through
Hell, if this got famous you'd probably bite off it too
I outclass you on every level that exists fool
You don't love hip hop, you sold your soul for the green
In fact, you the fakest top rapper that I ever seen
But how you the king if you can't even outrhyme me?
Or Eminem, he gave you the D
On the Renegade beat
You stand phony, not even where the real and fake meet
Nas beat you, you always pushed off your feet
Takeover was a joke, Ether was real from the streets
You should just rap about Beyonce and how her pussy tastes sweet
Cuz I'm one of the realest rappers that has ever been born
You and your wife make out, I call it lesbian porn