J-Yak - Strings [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: ExZ]

I say I'm so far from no bars, floatin' under the sonar
Yet to be detected, no Texas but I'm a lone star
Skeptics get to steppin' if you flexin' with me
Keep your two cents, that ain't worth a second to me
You do it effortlessly? Well, you get what you put into it
Even Jordan ain't scorin' unless he practice a little bit
And how you justify a classless act, a platinum plaque?
You buggin', c'mon that ain't rap, get back
And y'all people be the root of all evil
Quit playing around with the game or we may need a saw sequel
Listen to the bald eagle if you need it for balance
Just be prepared for the beak and its talons
(hah, yeah) And y'all teased by the beast of the media
I say that you be trippin'; you needin' expedia
The speed of what I'm seeing too extreme for the untrained
So these G's callin' T like they roll in a mustang
See I used to be a puppet - My momma loved it
Whether justice is justice is something I never fucked with
Till the public tried holding me back
Well, I suppose I should thank them for that, cause now
The strings clipped, shit is off of my shoulder
Makes sense to me now, should have listened to Hova
And yeah they closed, but the curtains lie
Just check the last track before Cliff Burton died, what

[Verse 2: J-Yak]

Another late night, stage lights and mirror's
I rock the place right, cross the plate like Rivera's
I try to give 'em nice so they might like to hear us
God knows, Entourage will last lights for year-uhs, get near us
Either that or you'll probably get passed up
Roached out, pushed down, probably get ashed up
Like my last cashed blunt, that was mad fun
Plus it healed the pad that I had in a bad funk
And my rep? junk.. Used to be a goody two-shoes
Now he's getting shaken heads from the hood he used to
God I could have used you, could have pulled the strings
Could have taught me how a Jack could never fool a King
Couldn't fool a thing, peddal through debt
But when I show up it's game over I'm the red ring of death
Yeah, how's that for my XBOX fanbase?
Ex'ed off jams, man just set my hands, faced and killed
Ill, premeditated murder
Dedicated slaughtering of instrumentals never heard of
By your average fellow, grey's the shade
Nowadays, though a patch of yellow, haze make its way
Through, the day's new, it's all beautiful
Bumping Blu and Ex to escape from the usual
Bullshit and pop music, don't drop the top to it
That's the kind of hop, makes my pop think my plot's foolish

[Outro: J-Yak]

Uh, and the strings keep strummin'
They tell me dumb it down but I really hear nothin'