Jimmy Luna - TUNDRA (OXYMOON V.) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jimmy Luna]
Cheek to cheek I grin when I am sinnin', rushin' through these bitches' trousers like I'm Vladimir's Lenins
On the John when I am spittin', word to John just wanna live and see my children on that lawn, Dawn of day
My Soap is dimmin' like the cycs around the Opera, by the minute, I ain't timid..
Intrepid on the mic, I spike the coppers when i'm sittin', Dodge the dopplers in a Civic
Civilians on they digitals, I hope if i'm a victim they get the shit on a video
I'm flippin' like reciprocals, steady rollin' the dice.. into makin' these moments.. like it's Dentyne of Ice
Fresh out the womb of my mind, mice is the blindest tonight.. sip on some ginseng, the tensing of competition is Christ driven
I'm mincin' the price driven, write lend-ed, tight fittin', light given, lice, trickin' the masses in they mental..
They might get in ya' head with an instrumental by Mustard, catch-up to a nigga's Rella? My Yellow leads me to Smuckers..
Flow sweet so you pucker to kiss my ass when I utter a word, absurd? nah ya' mothafuckas deserve this..
I'm certain, these Ten-Tin niggas is hurtin', need some heart because their weapons fell apart when emergin
I'm just splurgin' with these visuals, some sort of like a hobo, it don't make no sense, 'cuz todos los vamos a morir
Skrrtin' for them chips like Fritos 'cuz my family need to eat, but if money wasn't conceived
I think we wouldn't believe in the "higher ups" and we wouldn't get brainwashed for the green
They say weed'll set you free, but.. nigga who found the seeds? who found America, Eve, and passed it off as a deed
And jacked off on our genes?.. if anything i'm not the type to be hypin' the topic, but my subconscious keep talkin'
I'm not gonna stop it.. happy the ob-ject-ive, i'm plannin' to top it.. Gold medals, no LeBronze, dont ask me to flop it..
I gotta cop it, if I don't my sister won't, this mister want the whole tropic.. to himself, corporation is poppin'..
More than Ms. Piggy on a hot dick, jiggy with the Smithy Wesson, Iggy with the sticky resin..
Not fuckin' with it, not condescendin', just concentrate, i'm makin' conversation, spit condensation, i'm feelin' great..
When it's gloomy bro, this H20 is finna break, my nigga thunder nigga finna wake, my nigga Lightin' finna race through that..
Earth floor and organic shit, he Polymer-Racist.. and I now i'm reignin', ya con- ahh fuck.. *mumbles* fuck it [ya' cognition I penetrated]