Paroles The jack back Sir Mix-A-Lot

The jack back

{*first twenty seconds are some movie*}

In this country a mans home is his castle..

[sir mix-a-lot]
Ive been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! and Im 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 aint 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
Ill splatter your dreams
Plans to overthrow are left in limbo
Cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you
And your skinhead crew
I aint 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 aint the jungle fool
And I dont throw spears, and I aint leavin here!
A nazi and you aint 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 ima getcha back, like it aint 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 levis blue cut
The wicked one dropped two shots in his butt
I cant solve racism with a gat
But this is where my heads 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]
Ive 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!
Its 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
Ima 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 cant 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 wheres 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 cant cry, cause Im hard!
They jacked another black, but this black wants payback
I rack up killin stats!
Now Im on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardwares in my trunk
Creepin low.. and slow
Theres one - roll down the window
Whassup, fool? !! (noooooooooo!!) *buck buck buck*
It aint done til the punk stops breathin;
Watch kunta kinte get even!
It goes like that when a brother stays strapped
Couldnt 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 rationalitys place
Hitlers in the house and Im takin him out
He shouts but the barrels in his mouth
Before I shoot, he wants to know if Im white or black
I yank my mask - this has been a jack back!

These boys were trained activists..

[the wicked one]
Im not a slave but the ku klux klan
And the aryan nation say I am!
Whats behind the skinheads out to getcha?
The reincarnation of hitler
Now I got a murderous attitude
Im 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 mans freedom must not be scarred!
Callin me an african sambo
But after this, american psycho
And Ill smoke any skinhead racist
With the black glock thats in my fist
And the morguell 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!