Madison X - Back In Ya System [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Ok, let me break this all the way down
I've come to far to let it complicate now
I'm not only the future, I'm the modern day sound
Bitch I'm crunk as fuck, but I'm not from A-Town (Hahn?!)
Like a Ying Yang Twin
Two bitches in the dressing room I change clothes in
I'm not acting up, I don't read scripts
I go all out, fuck going' in
Holy shit, no he didn't
Get up in his zone again
Your hoe and I did sinful acts
I feel I should go repent
She told me y'all had broken up
So I went and broke her in
Yeah, I had to poke her face
While sporting a joker grin
I'm still in the game, I told you to remember the name
Now i'ma take you down memory lane
My grind is enormous
Time for the fortune
I Shyne, like I've been deported


[Chorus]
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up loud
(X Back In Ya System)
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up loud
(X Back In Ya System)

[Verse 2]
There's a lot of rumors circulating bout me, so I'll clear e'm up
I don't work for charity, therefor i don't give a fuck!
Drink it down, live it up
Can you cut them speakers up?
I'm rollin' round, cheifin' bud, fit fresher than Easter, son!
Fuck the police, they ain't gon' punk me
Y'all some funny motherfuckers, 21 Jumpstreet
Back in your system, assuming that I left them
I run this rap shit like a tread mill, dead still
Bread winner, dice tosser
Convict you with my lyrics, I could life all ya!
If hip-hop's dead, I brought life to it
Similar to propane and lighter fluid
Eventually, everybody wanna run the show
But I been working' hoe, I just cut a hundred more (ah!)
I remember when they clowned on my demo
Now they getting' down to my shit though

[Chorus]


[Verse 3]
Nowadays I'm feelin' like Mitt Romney, yeah
Half of you ain't pay your debts, it's my job not to care
Cause when I reach the top, you will not be there
I paid the dues you was dodging, player
I don't give a fuck, let ObamaCare
And I ain't vote either, legalize Pot already
I flow sharp machetes, On 95 gettin Becky
Bout to wreck the whip, speeding like Mario Andretti
I'm in, I'm it,hoe play your part
You is what it isn't like Maker's mark
Still, they want to stare at me like a battle wound
Cause I'll turn 106 and Park to 666 park Avenue
I had to take it back to the basics
I spit crack this the basement
I'm trapped in the matrix
This rap game is crazy
It's hard to know the truth, until it's set in stone
And you skull and bones
Kia ain't the only folk selling' Souls