Jay Twisted - Who's The Kid? [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1):
The man in the microphone got me nauseous
Raps so heavenly, the holy ghost is upon us
This hip is so heavy that Heavy D
Would be so ready to rap on a track
And spit a soulful melody
I'm saying though, a legend never dies
So I'm spraying dough, laying
As I'm staying at the R.A. enterprise
Damn, that shit was rugged forreal
So yeah, we going ride, what you saying bye?
I got my own pair of two wheels
Hidden behind this kids meal
So hurry up, stop being chicken & pass the fries
Every meal don't come without a toy inside
I'm tryna get inside her insides
Let my thing just flow by
She know how to blow, ah
And by the end of the night, she gon' blow right by
It gon' be blazing outside
We steady racing life by
But that's life on this side
You either against us or with us

(Chorus):
And when I pass by the block... (Who's the kid?)
And when I spit fire that's hot... (Who's the kid?)
And when I spit from the heart... (Who's the kid?)
Thank God for hip hop

(Verse 2):
This ain't a drill
Send some help urgent sergeant
I just confessed my love for a girl
And I think she must've heard it
I guess she must've known it
But I put on too much for it
So if she don't condone it, I don't wanna hear her ass phoning
Her phony ass lies, I'm a legend in there eyes
I don't wanna hear her groaning, because I'm a grown man
Benjamin Button, still young, yet I'm growing
Freaky girls at my shows shouldn't want nothing
Little do they know, I can hear them moaning my name
While I'm performing, how ironic, now I run it
Turn of events, I ain't even tryna vent
But I leave a dent on a haters head
"Why ya vex? Cuz tha bai don' rap with an accent
No hip hop was no accident, but I'm still practin'
For me to run pon and tun shit up"
Swear I got the real magic touch, clutch
I don't even need the accent
I'll leave that to Buju Banton (haha)
Quick someone tell me how to say
Legend in latin
I think I forgot, tell me whats happening

(Chorus):
And when I pass by the block... (Who's the kid?)
And when I spit fire that's hot... (Who's the kid?)
And when I spit from the heart... (Who's the kid?)
Thank God for hip hop

(Outro):
You all know how the story goes
You all know how the story goes