The Jack Back — текст песни (Sir Mix-a-Lot f The Wicked One)

{*first twenty seconds are some movie*}

In this country a man`s home is his castle..

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I`ve been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I`m that one
to make you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had weapons
Just to teach black people one lesson
but I ain`t goin to your school of fools
so come here, and look at my tools!
You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrils
I`ll splatter your dreams
Plans to overthrow are left in limbo
cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you
and your skinhead crew
I ain`t a house nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point slug in your windpipe
Try to breathe {*choking*} believe the hype
Cause this ain`t the jungle fool
and I don`t throw SPEARS, and I ain`t leavin here!
A Nazi and you ain`t never SEEN Germany
but you was lookin for a enemy
So you found a young brother with cash
crashed my glass, snatched my whole stash
Boy I`ma getcha back, like it ain`t no thang
Show you what I learned from the gangs
Stack em up deep in a six-nine Deuce
Long range scopes for the whole damn group
Hangin outside a club called Moonshine
Waitin for the right time..
There he is, walkin in the Levi`s blue cut
The Wicked One dropped two shots in his butt
I can`t solve racism with a gat
but this is where my head`s at - get em with a jack back!

You ask me the niggers around here
been treated awful bad for a long time..

[The Wicked One]
I`ve been sayin this, I gotta fix em
I wanna fix em with a crucifixion
Nail em to a cross and burn em
BURN EM BURN EM BURN EM!
It`s been said that this would happen
Skanless skinheads jackin
All up in the crib insult for takin my force
I had to break North
The leader had a spraypaint can
and on my wall wrote, `Death to the black man`
Burned a cross in front of the hideout
Hopin they could get my race to die out
I`ma cause em PAIN, physical and mental
I speak slowly - through the temple
The Wicked One is talkin trouble
Blastin skulls into pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they can`t stop me
Not enough body left to get an autopsy
Skinheads, stakin em out
Bloodshed, takin em out
Caught one of em, Mix said, Go ahead
Thirty-eight, STRAIGHT to his forehead
I hit em hard and it hit the spot
I punish and plot with Mix-a-Lot
Now where`s the leader at? Gotta get him back
Gotta get the gat, gotta get the axe
Call it a revengeful murderous pact..
call it the jack back!

Some things are worth killing for

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
They burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guard
but I can`t cry, cause I`m HARD!
They jacked another black, but this black wants payback
I rack up killin stats!
Now I`m on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardware`s in my trunk
Creepin low.. and slow
There`s one - roll down the window
Whassup, FOOL?!! (Noooooooooo!!) *buck buck buck*
It ain`t done til the punk stops breathin;
watch Kunta Kinte get even!
It goes like that when a brother stays strapped
Couldn`t get a job so I learned to rap
Livin kinda large and the skinheads hate me
Run up in my house and they tried to take me
Now I got the metal to his dome
A Desert Eagle, dipped in chrome
I got a black stocking cap yanked over my face
Anger is takin rationality`s place
Hitler`s in the house and I`m takin him out
He shouts but the barrel`s in his mouth
Before I shoot, he wants to know if I`m white or black
I yank my mask - this has been a jack back!

These boys were trained activists..

[The Wicked One]
I`m not a slave but the Ku Klux Klan
and the Aryan Nation say I am!
What`s behind the skinheads out to getcha?
The reincarnation of Hitler
Now I got a murderous attitude
I`m in a put em in a casket mood!
Remember the days of slavery?
They hung many black men from a tree
We fought to be free real hard
and the black man`s freedom must not be scarred!
Callin me an African Sambo
but after this, American Psycho
And I`ll smoke any skinhead racist
with the black glock that`s in my fist
And the morgue`ll be packed in body stacks
Memories due to the jack back
Caught the leader of the skinhead clan
You know the one with the spraypaint can
Drilled him with a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!
In the left ear, out the right eye
Then I took a knife to his chest
Carved a wicked message in a bloody mess
It was a warning for the rest of his pack
This nigga got him with a jackback!