XEL - South Of It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro)
"Uh oh.. uh uh, uh, uh ohh.. Uh oh... Shit...
This one's about to be pretty ridiculous..
So.. let's do it"

(Verse 1)
See I wake up every morning on no chill
Fight away my demons, gotta po’ pills
Shit, everybody claiming they be so ill, but got no skill
Now they road kill
And I’m Rogue still, do it for the town
Trying my waters, then you are gonna drown
Plants in the pack and they move it by the pound
Kill the trap game too, cause you ruining the sound
Let X get up on that track bitch
Ya’ll necks are gonna get snapped quick
And I’m killing the game in this villainous lane
And my skills are insane, ain’t no checks that come with that wack shit
I’m the best and ya’ll need some practice
No respect for ya’ll ya can't match this
I’m a veteran whenever that record spin expected to come through with axes
The best in Topeka then we shall go see
Put a rack on the table if they outflow me
Nobody on my level where the clouds low
And the loud dro we ain’t dogs eat Alpo G
Fuck ya’ll, and ya’ll family too
Don’t blame me that’s what insanity do
Hearing XEL like "can it be true?"
This alien shit and I land with my crew
Back on my bullshit put em in the middle again
Riddle is in, got the alkaline flows shoudln’t fiddle with them
Live with the sin, mixing up strange thoughts in a bottle put the liquid to skin
And everybody wanna play the game but they don’t do shit
I will never live another way I’m so exclusive
Grabbing up another bottle man we gotta move quick
Riding through the hood, bumping all my new shit
My therapist thinks that I’m really boutta lose it
Pain killers in my body really like it’s Lupus
One flew over the cookoos nest and he use two techs
But you’re bout to get your roof flipped
So tell me why you act so stupid
Everybody here already know that I’m ruthless
The king of the game when I’m inking the pain
And you knew this
You knew this, man life is beautiful rude bitch
But I’m telling you now that she useless
I’m Don Maroni, "you got too much hubris"
Life is a movie like Stanley Kubrick's
People in the back got the grams and q bricks
I never gave a shit so I can’t give two shits
Real assassin like Brutus
12s turn ya block to some mothafuckin’ toothpicks
I’m a monstrous force that stomp in ya doors
And I’m really not a wise guy who is?
Ya’ll start on that shit that I’m through with
Go from relaxing then there’s reaction
It’s just me captain I’m a speed past em
They ain’t ready for the mood switch
Get smacked and stomped in
Like Action Bronson my bottle full of Blue Chips

(Hook)
I ain’t radio ready I’m bout this shit
Try step in my lane and yo' mouth get split
I'm killing the flow cause I'm Alfred Hitch
You say in Hell, well I’m South Of It
X2

(Verse 2)
Yeah you mad at me you ain’t amount to shit
I’m the real deal, and y'all the counterfeit
Top City anybody rock with me, where the blocks gritty, and they not pretty
Flow mountainous
Ya can’t top this, and I’m always in the topics, nah I mean the top picks, bitch watch this
I’m off in the cockpit back on my Google Fiber Optics
And you are microscopic
Always be X I ain’t changing the flow
Whether it's boom bap or the trap shit
Doesn’t even matter I’m a danger to both
I’m the new Lizard King and I came in the do’ (Door)
Quit complainin' you ho, I ain’t even try to chop yet
Top vet in this shit right here, everybody looking at me like they saw the Loch Ness
Man I’m all about progress
Now everybody wanna do whatever they will never get a head of me but I lay em' in a coffin
Killing every pattern when I put em all together with the cleverness I’m Everest and everyone is dropping
So tell me why you talking? man I’m moppin the brains stopping the games
Everybody copping the chains, but they crossing my lane
And the toxins I got in my veins, would put you in the ground with a box with the chains
Lost in the rain
This Kansas weather but I’m a stand forever
Just watching it change
Shit someday, be adopted by Strange
I done told ya’ll, that I’m bout this shit
You in the killing fields like John Malkovich
C4 in the yard, blow the house to bits
You say in Hell, well I’m south of it

(Hook x2)