Gorilla Warfare Tactics - Dark Saber Jedi [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Cake]
Ayo rock them, rock them
High heel broads they lookin’ for a new song
Let the city know we got them
It was tatted on their brains, went away for a while
Now we back and considerin’ the options
It ricocheted, richer than rich militants
Nicotine packs leavin’ young brains full of gas
Pickin’ up where Premier’s got em lookin at
“Damn show me tracks only 7?”
Feds thought it’s crack that we sellin
They livin' in the 60's
And we’ll be
Pushin’ with Frank Lucas in a 6 speed
But face it when a hundred grand says
“you’ll never win a grammy cause the underground’s dead.”
Pops told me, “line em up, strip em down, tell me who’s the richest one
When you gon’ graduate to saber from a laser gun?”
If you the one then go on feed em the answers
Turn em all from black swans to black panthers

[Kid Dilla]
It’s the return of the Dark Saber Jedis
Never let the Buddha smoke affect the way I tell my
Story cause it’s legendary
They thought they killed me but I came back
Devil told me that the hearse was broke
And so I pulled up in a Maybach
Tracks for dead soldiers on the desert sand
Modern warfare for the modern man
Symbols on the sonogram. Uh huh
And now the journey begun
Tell me “how you stay true and move armies with the tip of your tongue?”
We bringin’ Heaven to Earth
So this the turf that we gon’ battle on
Watch em babble on to Babylon while we be ridin’ back to Camelot
Lotta shit they gotta learn before the learn to stop
And so I uppercut and add another knock
Knock, knockin at the fortress
Gorgeous Morse code over vocals and chords shit
Record more shit
Hardcore shit, get on the floor shit
Some DMC and Run in ’84 shit. Fuck is up?

Ayo save the bullshittin’ for your classes
Told me I’d be smarter with a blunt
A pair of J’s and some of Malcolm X’s glasses
But fuck it, I write civil
So I’m spreading dreams everytime that my pen swivel the paper
Take your time, watch the foreigners
Falcon wings we glidin’ Cali Coast
And slicin’ the Everglades of Florida
“Hot damn son! You burnin’ up, you bombin’ em.”
Ya we sound dope they figure Dilla’s just a homonym
I took the whip and flipped the wheels out
Switched em for some platinum lookin’ dubs and then I peel out
Fuck a Black Phantom boi I’m different so I want it in white
So you can see the battle scars of what I been through tonight

You walkin’ backwards to the far side
So bring your weapons to the Jedis

Matter of fact
It’s just a matter of will
Matter of days ‘fore they recognize the game is just a matter of skill
That’s bein’ real. Tactics yuh