Brand Nubian - Allah U Akbar [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus:]

"Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops"
"Kick a little step as the ep gets swung"

[Verse One: Sadat X]

This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
The deuce crew of the new year, makes the whole shit clear, yeah
Give the question, I'm tired of brothers guessin'
The Nubian name brought the X a lot of fame
But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended
That ain't the plan I had and shit like that ain't intended
For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants
Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance
Got a backpack with a fat stack of fact
I got a three-oh, so P.O. step back
I'm with the uptown baldies, kids that were Lords
Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds
Whole blocks come for classes kids with contact kids with glasses
Hard-rocks, punks, crack heads and even drunks
Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof
New York, I got the grip, I told ya I told ya
This means war, as said by Sister Souljah
To think that the X would ever take a fall
After gettin' all of this? Man, you're crazy!
The only way I'd fall is if I got fat and lazy
And I won't cause I work real hard
Wake up in the morning at the hour of God and make beats
Later hit the streets for some forty-fifth sweets
So all y'all been told, black youth essential
From the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residential
That the God, rocks real hard

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Lord Jamar]

God damn right, the L-O-R-D, J-A-M-A-R
Says peace and Allah U Akbar
Back like a motherfuckin head to crack
Brand Nubian tracks are filled with black facts
Now I ain't Humpty Dumpty chump, see
I ain't fallin, you can go call in
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Try to knock me off you never see another day again
My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready
And my scope with the laser beam steady
So if you're feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck
How could I kill a man, well I just don't give a fuck, so
Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock
With my baldhead, a-alike the top ten
We're bound to win, cause God don't like ugly
You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged G
I don't wanna be the man, I just wanna make jams
Cuttin sharp like Edward Scissorhands
It's ninety-two and of course we grew seeds
They're planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew
And if you're thinking that we're a ho in the game
We gettin' wreck to your brain (brain...)

[Chorus]