Jungle Brothers - Beeds on a String [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I can feel it

[Verse 1]
Backed by the Baby Bam Beat, the rare groove
Jungle Brothers, no competition and nothin' to prove
Want me to be on your family tree
But you're all about yourself which won't allow me to be
You see I'm the kind of brother that gets up on the stage
To get down for the people that came and paid
I throw on my uniform, but not to get pretty
Show no shame, feel no pity
You all showed up and I'm glad you came
Still the same person everything's the same
Once again I show towards you all due respect
But my main concern for now is keepin' things in check
Hands in the air and everybody will sing
As they hang on the my rhythm like the beeds on my string

[Breakdown]

[Verse 2]
My soul sings a funky song, as the beat goes on and on
Another day gone and still learnin' my right from wrong
The party's gettin' packed as I turn up the bass more
The meter's goin' crazy up and down like a see-saw
Takin' off my crown, to give my lo, lo, lo, locks a breath
I wanna stop myself but I still got some rhyme left
Uncle Sam breaks it down as everybody shakes the butt
Brothers gettin' happy lettin' out the longin' nutt
Hands in the air and everybody will sing
As they cling on the rhythm like the beeds on my string

[Breakdown]

[Verse 3]
You know what
Sisters on the side sayin' get on get on
Brothers everywhere sayin' "jump on it
Can't get enough of what I'm doin' here
Well the picture is painted, the message is clear
Here, the beeds are the people, the string is the vibe
The vibe is what mentally connects the tribe
Once you get on it you can't get off it
You fell off beat, well baby doll you lost it
Maybe next week of even the next beat
Makes you feel at home, beats up against your dome
Find yourself inside an African syndrome
Found your culture, brother I told you
Black is beautiful, green is powerful
You was afraid, that's why you stayed away
The true blue brothers, they followed me anyway
I gave 'em alternative, found a new way to live
Somethin' that's positive which I thought was good to give
A whole lot of tribes of us, feelin' the vibes from us
Everybody's down, nobody's ridin' us
Hands in the air and everybody will sing
As they hang on to my rhythm like the beeds on my string

[Verse 4]
Now everybody pump your first as we proceed to leave this place
Step into a zone where there's no mind for color or face
Do what you're doing cause the vibe ain't over yet
You learned a little something and I hope that you don't forget
The vibe has no color, just a cause and a tempo
Hold on tight, cause we can't help if you let go
Children are the future, so let them lead the way
Carry our nation to a brighter and better day
Evil will be broken by Allah in due time
We will soon find out what is matter and what is mind
Now hands in the air and together we sing
As we see the pretty colors of the beeds on the string