Flux Duckling - Can't Turn Back Now [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Said I bet I’ll make a better one

I bet I'll make a better one, cause I never settle son
Except when i'm settling like Catan, goddamn
Everything here's going according to plan

With Space Jam raps, grab the Mike, save the planet
Jamming out to Joplin, shouts out to Scott and Janis
I'll call you Joseph from the way that you're Stalin
You can call me baby boy, check out the way that I'm balling
With 99% of precincts reporting
They be digging everything I be recording
So I guess I'm presidential, self-referential
Obama's got kinetic but I know I've got potential
So drink the flow, let it hit the spot
I get molten hot, yeah I'm something you not
You were Born to Run, I was born too fly
Why you bother treading water while I walk on by
Yeah the name's Wedin, crew’s Gleason
With a very special set of skills, Liam Neeson
It's high time we made this rap stuff funner
Why, it's time I kill it, turn my phaser off stunner
I stun her, I sting him, I shock you, I rock who ever
Doesn't think we do it better
I'm eating up this alphabet to the last letter
You saying we're so chee-z, yeah I'm all about my feta

Make some cheese like this was Kraft gee
See I'm awfully crafty with raps written vastly
Although I rhyme in alphanumeric or ASCII
Traverse with a meter stick and verse with meter mastery
Now what's up for bargaining?
I'm auctioning off all the heads of MC’s I'm Slaughtering
With Five houses of Chán, I'm reaching my state
Getting zen with a pen, feeling ten on a Richter rate
Conflating and then dictating ideas
So why you hating like Scalia
I used to flow on busses from Barnängen to Sofia
Now i'm g-g-g-growing like a Ch-Ch-Chia

It's high time we made this rap stuff funner [x3]

I'm a Darwinian Demon, steady searching for meaning
The Realist is gleaning, but the Surrealist is dreaming
And the clock still tocks despite the colorful socks
Shouts out to Prufrock, Pete Rock
And every single Compson
Just turned my comps in
Now I'm going XXL, Action Bronson
Rocking port and starboard
Can't turn back now, inertia's pushing me forward