Nalyd - Who¿ [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Who's He Who's He Nalyd E
Who's He Who's He Nalyd E
Who's He Who's He Nalyd E
Who's that....Who the fuck is that?

[Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
Who is this, That young rapper you've been waiting fo'
I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago
Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it I ain't hating though
Because now Nalyd's hot enough to fuck with one of Satan' hoes
And she can't tell the difference, I've been through hell conditions
Wishing for air conditioning, Feeling God was never listening
Now I'm on television, and did I fail to mention? ha
Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission
Speaking of positions just witness how I elevate it
Real rappers celebrate it, finger fuck whoever hate it
My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn
Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned
Life live, might as well, only way to learn
Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn
So if you're selling crack, or if you're selling rap
Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

[Hook]
Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E
Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E
Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E
You better learn to pronounce my N-A-M-E
I got you seeing

(Like I said, I don't know why you like it. He spells his name backwards the shit don't even make sense
He's ugly too he's not even cute, Fuck you)

[Verse 2: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
Hey
The mind state of a winner
When you thinking about summertime I'm thinking about the winter
When you thinking about breakfast I'm heating up my dinner
I was plotting this moment back when y'all was riding spinners (vroom)
Yeah I'm a menace, God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup
Hungry like a rapper who ain't got the taste of fame yet
Dude you're a raper but where is your chain at?”
I guess it's something like your girl, boy it ain't came yet
The man make the chain, the chain don't make the mane
How many rappers do we know with hella ice but yet they lame?
The crawled from which we came
Eminem is not the same
It's like we all headed to Spain they took the boat I took the plane, damn
This boy's sick now hoes on his joystick
Heating up like May weather, dog I'm on that Floyd shit
Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? Well, they lied
[Troy Clausen: Is that your girl? Well, I just G'd her, no A-Rod]

[Hook]
Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E
Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E
Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E
You better learn to pronounce my N-A-M-E
I got you seeing

(He googles himself, He like..He thinks he's better than everybody else man fuck him....fuck him Nobody even knows who he is anyway)

[Verse 3: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
The little Nalyd that could, this little Nalyd is good
Rappers claiming they sick, I heal rappers for good
A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood
And me? I'm fresh prince, I'm Will Smith to this hood baby
Ain't saying names but we not the same
All the money and the fame don't change the fact that you lame
Might want to grab you a chain, might wanna buy a snapback
Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack
I got my finger on the trigger, tell troy , “hold that” (woah)
Want picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak (say cheese)
Hey, so anything you can do I can do better
And any chick you can screw I can get wetter
I'm young, white, gifted, live my life on the run
Bet your bottom dollar before I'm done
They say that I'm the one, yeah I was the one
Can you believe it?
Underdoggin' it

[Hook]
Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E
Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E
Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E
And now you know how to pronounce his N-A-L-Y-D E-C-I-T-S-U-J
Get out my fucking face
Fuck all ya'll
You didn't like me then, You don't like me now
And it ain't never gonna change so