MC Ren - Great Elephant [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm the original, one that niggas be bitin'
But fools wanna meet it, exactly what they did it
I been wreckin' shit 'fore thousand BC
Back in the days, nigga on your TV
Back when my nigga King Tee was the coolest
When 1580 still had the Mack Attack
It was just head fool bustin' on the west
I was just like the pinky, now the shit's stinky
The Great Elephant is what they call me around the way
Cause I be stompin' mothafuckers all day, uh
King of the jungle, listen to my roar
I be wreckin' shit, keepin' hoochies on the floor
They be gettin' hot, but I don't give a damn
I be caressin' the mic when I hit jams
Thinkin' in mornin' crone 'til I'm thru
Cause I'm gonna make it real funky for you
Uhh, the walkin' black gaint, with the Desert Eagle
But how many niggas can I fit in my regal?
Niggas came lift me in my place I live
Because of all the funky-ass-shit that I give
I got hypocrite-Niggas-Balls hangin' in the back
Now go and think I'm hick, go and make it kind of quick
Cause I'm on a mission and they know I'm comin'
Every time they hear I'm comin' was all fools they start runnin'
Fifty thousand troops lookin' like the middle East
The shit I have to do, just to get a little piece
Cause busters, they wanna be chillin'
With that nigga that be callin' the villain
Can you blame them?
As I direct my boogie ain't water down
My boogie be thumpin' and hittin' fools way across town
Planners be digible, niggas stay cool
Comin' up with fat shit sittin' on Pharaoh's stool
As I think into my self but I never talked back
As I walk to the shack
Everyday that I'm livin' niggas be trippin'
Cause all the funky shit that I be givin'
It's like, yeah, I'm still here, still at the game
I'm makin' that funky shit cause ain't nothin' change
Niggas they wanna know what's up, I'm still chillin'
Yeah, I'm still the Villain, yeah, I make the killin'
I carry my big stick, walk down the block
Roll through Compton with my nigga Rocc
It's Ren The Mad Scientist bustin' tight-ass raps
Cause the nigga gotta make snaps
There's too many clowns up on the juke box
Too many itty-bitties occupyin' the Rap City
So I'mma call Don Corleone with bad news
And make niggas enough of that they can't refuse
So hold your breath whenever I bust a verse
And hold on tight because it gets much worse
I set booby traps where ever that I kick it
But you can't come and kick it cause niggas might stick it
Ain't no warning down niggas on these streets
And ain't no warning down rhymes with these beats
A mad scientist straight outta CPT
That 'don't give a fuck if he can't'-MC