Sintax.the.terrific & DJ Kurfu - Pimp My Hrududu (The Body Shop) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Sample]
I've never seen anything like that before
The man-thing killed it
A man-thing?
A hrududu. It runs on it
The what?
The hrududu
It runs on it?
Yeah, faster than we can
It's dangerous, then. It could catch us
No, no. It won't take any notice of us at all. I'll show you. Watch this. See? It's not interested

[Verse 1]
Sintaxtheterrific committed to get it crackin’
Introduce a ballet dancer to the back spin
Turn an URB next 100 to a has been
Make all the new styles feel old fashioned
You think you can rock with this?
I’m a high-speed thriller with an unexpected plot twist
Put me on your hot list never pop Crys
Got everyone in town screaming, “Do you got this?”
“Do you got this? do you got this?”
Got everyone in town screaming, “Better cop this”
Yeah, I’m terrif, but I’m really being modest
If I were to flex you couldn’t handle me, honest
Really you’re the bombest, as soon as I’m through
Detailing your 69 Impala hrududu
Life is like coming to an asphalt river
Unaware of the dangers that a street can deliver


[Pre-Hook]
Here, here, we go

[Hook]
Hrududu and the ride is nice y’all

[Verse 2]
Bailing out the Big 3, failing to see
You’re probably asking yourself, “Why aren’t they bailing out me?”
We got a muffler stuck in the collective
Mouth of all these politicians yucks that we’ve elected
Clutch-popping weapons driving to the guard rail
Of heaven ‘cause pollution is our life turned stale
EXL standard with the DVD
So that my children will have ADD
Touring package with the automatic doors
I’d rather push a button on these problems I ignore
They’re screaming for energy independence
My energy depends on a genuine repentance
Of waste and prosperity, got a fair degree
Of stuff, soldiers spill their guts to keep it fairly cheap
I rarely speak on fancy cars
But you can drive it off the lot today, man, recharged

[Bridge]
We can’t stop now ‘til we get it all right and alright and alright

[Verse 3]
Kurfu kicked back in a Ford Taurus leaving
Like Fox Mulder ‘cause he wants to believe
Something is out there, pumping those brakes
Black rubber pealing as his Michelin’s deflate
Aviator sun glasses offer some escape
As he rolls like a pair of tinted windows to the soul
Not ‘cause he’s cold, just a little private
Eyes can say so much, he prefers to keep ‘em silent
Oscillating eyelid wipers clear the view
From the downpour, tears make life hard to see through
Flipping the high beams, reaching for the coffee
“got to try and shake this daydream off me”
Feeling groggy, pass the double yellow
Head on collision with the oncoming metal
Into the body shop, up on the rack
‘cause we got to wreck our life to get it back

[Outro]
You haven’t been made in your vehicles' image
You haven’t been made in your vehicles' image
You haven’t been made in your vehicles' image
Heaven ain’t Ford or Hell the DMV

[Sample]
Hazel? Hazel, this is where it comes from. I know now that terrible thing is coming
What do you mean?
Look. The field! The field! It's covered with blood!
Blood? Don't be silly