X-Clan - Weapon X [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm not known for the singin' of the common man's grammar
J from the Clan but I'm not a Wu-Tanger
Concrete guerrilla, still spittin' bananas
Reset the foundation by swingin' a new hammer
Glitz and the glamour come secondary
To my timeless jewels and street knowledge degrees (come on)
Weapon X haters: down on your knees
Throw your rhymes in the flames and repent to the east
One two three and a three two one
Exodus, hip hop redemption
Resurrection, tell folks I'm all one
Like my boy in Amistad: "Me wants free-dom!"
Round the mountain I come
Hannibal's descendent won't stand for minimum
Dummyville's gunners that bring the hella heat
My underground scroll's spellbound in the street

Weapon X - contact for the next level room
Ease back, silly mortals - dark sun, give me room
Weapon X - Grand verb modern day Doc Doom
My armor for the jihad - the cipher - zoom

Born do or die, Brooklyn's where I'm from
My sole agenda's to rep the African
In the hip-hop manner, we've come a long way
From a birth stick click to a dark sun ray
In a state of war, verbalizing the peace
My hostility is (tall clerics?) in the beast
That's why I don't cease when I resurrect fam
Community soldiers who all sought the jam
Positive thinking - my streets be stinkin'
With the wrong kind of pimpin'
To turn on our own is the first step to simpin'
Chain of fools - kids set trippin' on the steps of school
Tell folks to cool and possess finesse
Or be a contribution to the prison business
You know how it goes, son; there's nothin' to guess
You can be a strange fruit and be straight innocent

[Hook]

Frederick Douglass - Wheatley - Carver
Clayton Junior - David Walker
Sonny Carson to H. Rap Brown
Ancestry that walked the black proud
THINK! As if you were born in the stars
Enrolled in the army of Abdul-Jabbars
THINK! As if you were born as a god
And you end up a mortal getting whiplash scars
Never forget from whence you're from
Master the tenets of peace and freedom
Dance to the rhythm of the evolve drum
Never humdrum - you're dealin' with the sun
It's a horizon of the loud proud free
Sticky freaky plants of the street just feed
Now my attitude is worse than an AK
Clip never stoppin' when my sweet tongue spray
Ever essence of light, we keepin' it tight
We map futuristic, we offer insight