Ska - Devil's Advocate [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Under stand my accient before I cause an accident
That ends up with a few more deaths and
A few less breaths
Than a nine eleven mess
The ryhmes I spit are magnificent
And I dont give a fuck about a molotov thats lite
So I keep fucking with spit
Doper than black tar dope
Took more virginties than Jacko and the Pope
Cut throat
Slice your neck with a dull gillete
And I anit gonna stop till my tongue licks yours tits
Ivan feels good living under the Brixton sun
He used to be surviving, living on the run
But now it means no merci
They caught him with a gun
No need for the violence
Need for revolution

Had to ashe in my shoe
Hotboxing a blue honda, then throw it back in fucking reverse
To traverse the diverse terrin while I explain my brain
To the insane mass's thinking they anit doing
Harm to the earths charm
My style is packin and its wack ya
Marley Man on the fucking fast track
Written in pen on a book
Tell a cop he can not look
Watch em squirm after he does
Cause my boots on his neck
And im holding his gun
Oh shit you just got lit
By a boy living life with Mickey Ave in it
So call the paramedics
His funeral made his momma cry
Cause its a closed coffin
Took his face before he died
The OdD FuTuRe hell I haven't crossed yet
But the time is the past future and present
So I keep flirting, and flowing, and drinking, and burning, fighting, and flying, pushing and rising
Till the Grim Reaper says its time to start dying
I'm so tired of these kids these days
I reject their society, and their ways
They think they own the world
But the govt got us in a police state
So I just take a fat shat in the compotions top hat
And after you see me skat gat wacked
Like a black cat who crossed the wrong guy
Now die
Oh you wanna fucking truce?
So I sign the damn document then I fucking duce
And like a whores puss, you get used to the abuse
In the fucking loop holes of the document you signed dude
Come out side if you wanna die tonight
Dont give a fuck cause it feels alrigt
Its tight
Call up a local harborer
And holla at wolf gang gardner
Till he drops the beat
Of his 5th synphony
And takes me off my feet
So I dont gotta jack off
Cause I already got off
Im wicked as shit even befor I spit
Like a pen I use a cobras venom to write this shit
Walking on sunshine like im high as the sun
Waiting to count change when the day is done
Talking to the devil, Said im a rebel
He said to hell with those that are not on my level
As he commissioned me to burry those suckas in the rubble
With a smith and west and a fucking shovel
I sold my sole to lucifer
To never grow old
So he sent the black spot to end my gut rot of a life
With strife up to the heavens