Mic Righteous - A Statemeant [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Hook)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me?
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (ahh)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me?

[Verse 1]
I do what I plan to do when the time is right
I ain't one of these rappers hiding behind the camera thinking I'm Mike Tyson,I'm Mic Righteous get the title right,I'm on a tidal wave kinda hype,wil'ing like it's '99
And it's alright as though I write and get wise all fine in the sky theres steps in this game and a maybe my environment was violent too much pride inside,they buy the things we die to protect and paying Nike Tiettes
Them trainers like a statement I said
Yes I am poor but I can afford Nike creps
I just robbed a skunk factory and I am blessed
I stole my brothers pair and he grabbed me by the neck
My face went blue my eyes went red I said
"I'm just tryna impress this chick so I can get my dick wet"
Cos all my friends had just sex and I hadn't felt a vagina yet
My point was 13, thats when the fuck guy was dead
Generations die and kids dieting for the wrong reasons
Instagram followers but they're not leaders
Dye their hair sweep it to the side
Dressed in clothes so tight for them
They might as well wear lycra
You the type of men that piss the bed if it meant you followed some kind of trend
I'm tired...so fuck any rapper that I offend...

So fuck any,fuck any,fuck any,fuck any,fuck any rapper....

(Hook)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (ahh)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (well fuck me)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (ahh) (well fuck me)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (ahh) (well fuck me)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me?

[Verse 2]
I hate rappers, unwrap rappers, I eat rappers, I egg rappers
Sweet wrappers, you ain't rappers, you gay rappers
This ain't fashion don't hold back cos there's no passion
I rake rappers, turn up to radio shows and I gatecrash 'em
Late rappers are fake you snake jack 'em
I blame rappers I wreak havoc
Look at the way rap rise and fall
The cycles cruel,but it's spinning round like a bicycle
I blame everyone that buys the ball called new school
The old school with no rules, up in the same place doing the you know
Up in the studio, tricking some who knows, fuck 'em in two holes
Stuck in a loophole, listening to old tapes that i just found in a shoebox
Like who knows Em? who knows Nas? who knows X?
Who goes deep? who don't sleep? who holds kecks
Who said the same rap is crazy the way we act
Who took a gun and prison cell and made it rap
Who wrote a verse in reverse? who's the maniac?
Who could take that and hit 'em with the blazin' tracks
DMX, he the best in my books
The new schoolers are too shook to throw a right hook
Alright look, maybe I ain't seeing right
Maybe I just need a new CD in life,or maybe I'm just lonely and upset..

(Hook)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (ahh)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (well fuck me)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (ahh) (well fuck me)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (ahh) (well fuck me)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me?

[Verse 3]
I put into ur mind,every line like a programme,into the brain
To do domain now I own that
Let's see who's sane,you took a page from a notepad
You don't relate,you either hate or you know man
You right rappers go hold back
Once you say that shit there ain't no going back
And if you say it don't back it then don't rap
It won't be in my raps.If I don't mean it,here goes Jack
I should put every rapper on the UK game in this track
Just so I can show you how amazing I am
And to think I writ this while I was taking a crap!
I'm making a statement and fuck you I ain't taking it back
This is history none of you can't do shit to me
Mentally,physically,hypothetically,realistically...
You know said that, Pun did, fuck this he the best in my books.(Thought it was DMX?)
Ite look,rhymers are contradicts
Who like to lie to get what they want
And usually what they want is a lot of shit
Hypocrites don't wanna deal on A&R just wanna hit,the lot of it is bollocks and just politics...
I won't con you with that conscious shit
I just know how it feels to be locked out and forgotten shit
Maybe it's just me and mic,maybe I ain't seeing right,maybe I just need a fucking new CD in life...


(Hook)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (ahh)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (well fuck me)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (ahh) (well fuck me)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me? (ahh) (well fuck me)
How you think you're big enough to fuck with me?