Kashmire - Guess Whos Back [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Im so past the riddles, lets go back a little
Where I only used to talk about big gats and diddled
Bout the life I don't live and how I would ax the middle
Of your dome, give you broken bones, fuck that they're scribbled out
How about we reminisce on all the better shit
Instead of all these dumb rappers who can't structure predicates
So tell a bitch to be like kung fu G.I. Joe and get a grip
And if I'm never heard ill be a ghost writer sellin piff, uh
I'm a young dumb talented rapper
But I'mma work my ass off to be the gallanted cracker
To save the game of hip hop or at least be a part of it
The thought of it is pretty wise ever since I started this
Our parliament will never get me spittin some retarded shit
They're just fuckin up ill be the Reagan to their Carter shit
I'm the one to succeed and do better for a decade
I do this shit for love I wouldn't mind it if I get paid tho

[Hook]
3x
Guess Who's Back (You know my name, yo)
The one who spits that crack (Oh yeah, yeah)

Guess who's back (You know my name tho)
Kashmires back kashmires back now kash is back

[Verse 2]

To entertain and renovate the game, watch me demonstrate
Correctly making music smoking sour like how lemons taste
And on my dinner plate are beats and venues in the area
They're just not the same, you know this when you smoke hysteria
The barrier I set behind myself will never get crossed
Cause Jesus wasn't the label I wrote on it, get lost
I bet Ross thinks that he's great, but ill attack your Brett boss
Your heart boss, and if you come with heat ill get your tech tossed
I'm tryna prove I spit greater than most
I don't give a mother fuck about your paper your toast
Your bread that you got for spittin hillbilly's drinking vodka
Absolute Trash homie you ain't spittin proper now

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

And won't quit, oh shit, you thought that I was serious
I mean I know I shine bright but yall actin delirious
And Eddie Murphy wouldn't be happy with your experience
So know your role before you wanna step up to a lyricist
You hearin this? Kash straight fuckin with your mind
Wordplay stern like Howard now I'm lookin to find
Another notebook, last one I stuck it with rhymes
Bound to be the kids choice, bring your buckets of slime, uh
How many times I gotta prove that I'm a protege
Shout out to Smoked Out no doubt we got a problem G
Cause all these hard headed artists think they as hard as me
But when we battle they're just going down like our economy
How do I breathe? that's what your girls sayin
When I eat for 20 minutes and have her world swaying
Got her rockin, got me? why am I so cocky
Cause I'm the fucking shit now watch her ride it like a jockey