The Chords - Blockin' My Game [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Man, I used to be known as a common attraction
Now cities cave in when my tongue is in action
And I started as a young boy runnin from classes
Keeping porno mags stashed under the mattress
Bumpin' 2pac, Nas and that Wu-Tang shit
Snoop Dogg, Ras, and the Boot Camp Clik
And I learned to move my tongue through practice
So I can used that shit and shoot back quick
I didn't follow dick, fuck politics
I listened to gangstas rap about hollow tips
I thought that rap life was all about Swiss watches
Nah, try pissed off bosses and dishwashers
And it wasn't all gravy when the prelude played
I had to work them streets like a meter maid
And yall acting like your life's been on seafood trays
And Fois Gras, ever since the preschool,days

[Chorus]
Why you blocking my game?
I'm only diggin' out my pockets for change
And you could grab me, lock me away
But know this: You ain't stopping a thing!

[Verse 2]
Man, I went from being poor and cleaning floors
To stealing shows and seeing dough
With a little napsack packed chockfull of raps
From the bottom and back to the top of the stack
I chop 'em in half when I'm dropping the math
And leave 'em gasping for air in an oxygen mask
The way I'm tossing up raps and killing these bars
Got me watching my back like a villain at large
And people staring like goldfish, swimming in jars
Women and children in awe when I'm bringing it on
See I, handle B.I. like Magnum P.I
And let the woofers run the battery dry
Cause I'm not your average citizen
I deal in beats, and rockin' crowds like Palestinians
And that's just how I'm living so don't mention my name
I should have known you assholes didn't know how gentlemen play

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now times are getting hectic that's why on every guestlist
At least two brothers with a deathwish are chillin' by the exit
See believe it or not, some people have got
Reasons to block my game, my aim, reach for the top
They can keep what they got, little pieces will rot
You're petty little squabbles only weaken the thought, man
The door peep, it's about time
I ride around on fourteens, but I float on cloud 9
And I'm holding down mine, so hold down yours
My vocal chords lash out and leave open soars
Provoking wars, it ain't no joke no mo'
Don't walk on the battlefield with a broken sword
And bolt your doors, this time it's Chords rocking your boat
From now on you have a pitbull locked in your throat
I dip through fistful of the chocolate dro
And wip you, stick you from the top of the dome
I'm droppin' a load, stop on the road, and I'm out on the passages, turn that shit off!