Текст песни Nitty Gritty (Brand Nubian) с переводом

Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!

Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man

Yo, peace, god, D-Black

Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob

Ay-yo, ain’t that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?

Yeah, K.M.D. — yo, ain’t them the brothers Brand Nubians?

Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what’s up with that?

The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?

That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god

Check it out!

Born again, my soul then, blends

K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends

X tends to grip palm in cousin calm

In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'

As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper

What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper

You don’t wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)

Good guessin' - switch the pitch up

Another session from the infamous God Squad

See, we’s all peas in the same pod, god

On and upright, getting downright knit

With rod held up tight, cause I’m sick wit'

Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door

Preaching the Lord to change your life around

I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown

Give him a pound, it’s no puzzle, relax

The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that’s Max!

God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline

Quick to help another, cause I know I’mma get mine

Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind

Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind

Now you caught a case you’re in the mountains, you’re a lifer

With no skins from your girl, that’s a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher

Or you can use the next plan

Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand

I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man

So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties…

«Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!»

Put some clothes on that behind

And maybe brothers wouldn’t think skins all the time

You wanna look lustful, but don’t want them to lust

Which is crazier than a bag of dust

So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me

So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me

Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are

Frontin' out there, God

Now ain’t that the pits — another brother’s blown to bits

But when the news hits, everybody catch fits

He gets mad, but still at home we sits

Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits

Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live

But some funk while I strive

See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony

The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up

But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self

I been had it, but it’s a bad habit to health

See I build with the Nubians I chill with

I fill with — my Zig-Zag-Zig

I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat

The devil man in this land, he won’t allow that

So brother man, I don’t wanna bust you

But if you don’t know the devil, then how can I trust you?

Know’m sayin'?

Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don’t know the time on the dial

It’s like this…

Life’s hardships

Stones are placed and one must face trips

Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps

These are some of his traps

But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap

So just receive, believe when shown the light

The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right

To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross

Do for self, kill that «Yes, sir, boss!» and

When you do, from the other you won’t beg

Can’t you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg

Arm supreme Head

And instead

Of relyin', why don’t you start tryin'?

You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt

Cause when you stop tryin' that

Makes victory exempt from your cipher

The life you lead is not hype

The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe

Or an alley cat — you should be steppin' to the rally fat

Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know

So, get up and go

Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!

Know’m sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self

And do for self!

That’s the foul way, you know’m sayin'?

Black we gotta move on…

Ayo Subroc!

What up!

Drop the knowledge

Get you dumb freak

Hit 'em hit 'em!

??? Skulls, G!

I see some so dense

Man, from head to toe they’re full of lead

I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead

So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!

Cause in actuality, my man’s mentality was stripped

I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king

Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything

You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black

State of mind ain’t like mine

I got soul that you lack

Each one teach in every town, we like that

The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don’t play that

Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix

Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6

«All gods, and children of the Most High»

Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don’t deny

I got a third eyesight vibe that don’t lie

I AM that I AM good night, divine evil’s the bullseye

Bam! Right between the eyes! So y’all know who’s the target right?

Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this:

It’s a modern type of style, look at what I did

A devil still can’t build a pyramid

I dug a — tunnel to Asia

Wrote a speech with a laser

Rush your brain with a new genetic strain

A god in god’s clothing, and the devil’s loathing

Got enemies, but I really don’t give a damn

Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham

Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor’s knotty dread

[? He got a dude that’s Fred, used to be a foot Fed

The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention

That I’m the word buff, yes, enough is enough

Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst

The Black man is first

I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils

With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels

Bust it!

Yeah! You know what I’m sayin'?

It’s time to build, it’s time to build…

We gotta raise up the dead…

Word is bond, we gotta reach them — let 'em see the light

You know what I’m saying? True indeed…

Cause each one must teach one, that’s how we reach one

God Squad — getting down to the Nitty Gritty…