The Crest - My Jungle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Jack Cracker]
If I wanted an impression of George Bush, I would've voted for Dana Carvey
As politics fade in wishing wells like Terrance [?] Garvey
I'm an altered character, tearing into a bottle of [?]
[?] the added weight of my own body
Left Macaulay Culkin's Home Alone
Microphones smash mouth
Glass house throwing stones
Blowing peace, cashed out
50 bones from a midnight toker, rhyme ridiculous
Jack kicking this
Without the Nicholas for all you Jokers
Rap dracula in the mind of Bram Stoker
Black Accura tinted down on 18's and lowered
Progress flowing, hold it down between these lines of scrimmage
Where difference of inches can result in feet full of splinters

[Excerpt from the motion picture Carlito's Way]

[Verse Two]
I make MC's run, like my tongue
Once this submachine gun
I'm spitting, ripping, blazing at the mud
Grab your son
Kicking rhymes for these kids to rip they spines off they backs
Spit shine my cassettes to lift your minds on the 'net
So ask if The Crest will sell when we're packed in well
With more hits than the XFL and less rules
My neck's jewels will shine and blind ya mind with bright ideas
And rescue your ears, courtesy of them Crest dudes
I'm one flick away from fire like an electric light
If you expect me to be higher
He gets blown on top of a telephone wire
Careful
Coming at is me is like hanging yourself
Get your hair pulled, tackled, shackled and place back on the shelf
I make tracks with myself but target you with my rhymes
Cause artist's is inclined to throw fits like an arguing mom
Trying to land my mind in sands of time I'm on tracks with [?]
In the world of Amazon dot coms I selling banana bombs

{Beat change}

[Verse Three: Jack Cracker]
[?] get left in the sun
Reach inside your wandering mind, let me grab your attention
Uh huh
The sick MC's, no need to mention
I use ta, talk more soup than John Henson
Area code, 608 with no extension
So over your head you'll probably fall to the wrong impression
Clandestine, infested and festered
Message keeps on...

[Excerpt from the motion picture Scarface]

[Verse: AD]
Take you to my jungle put that vision past tunnel
I'll make that ass pass then fumble
These crackers are last to crumble
Get up in that ass and fuck you
To Fight The Power like Chuck do
Cock back with my tongue and buck you

[Jack Cracker]
Cut corners
And gave your girl's muffin over grim
Plus for workouts I beat the fuck outta Chuck and hit the Total Gym
Not global hymns but localized vocals to make the noble grin
With the ability to reach an MC and grab a hold of him

[AD]
Shatter your liver
Rupture your spleen, these crackers will hit ya
Like we had a red dot on a beam, I hop from the scene
Giving no prop to your team
And your crew is not in my dream
They can sit down and watch in the bleachers
And take notes for they peeps

[Jack Cracker]
Lyrically I leave MC's under permanent care
Your girl's name must be Mary cause she's got my sperm in her hair
A current affair, perched high on a pile of old dudes
Losing my hair like Al Bundy but I've never sold shoes

[AD]
No doubt
People suck with they own mouth
I jumped off the Love Boat and landed on a stoner's couch
I'm on the route where I soak from giving so many loan's out
That all I really got right now is a big boner for your mouth

[Jack Cracker]
Brought a tin full of chewables
Step into the cubicle
And get tangled at 90 degree angles of musical pharmaceuticals
With side effects that range from strange to maybe beautiful
The usual suspects hang themselves after the funeral