Brand Nubian

(chorus)
young young son, yea, dont let me down young son, uh huh, am trusting you
young son, uh, dont let me down young son, uh huh, am trusting you young
son, young son, dont let be down young son, uh huh, am truting you young
son, uh, dont let me down young son am trusting you young son

(Puba)
Now don't get caught up by the corner
You know these blocks be hotter than a sauna (young son)
Don't let them peers put the pressure on ya
And when you make moves, make moves cause you wanna (young son)
Don't get caught up on some monkey-see, monkey-do
Stay focused, and understand the thug in you (young son)
And just handle your business
And always be persistent, like Jehovah's Witness (young son)
and never take no for a answer
unless it be a chick cause you could end up in some shit (young son)
like some bull shit they hit Kobe with
you dont want to be a baby daddy better rubber it (young son)
see am just telling you what I know
dont let haters mess with your flow
dont be stupid and trick your dough
and always be careful of them shiesty hoes (young son)
yea

(chorus x5)
young son don't let me down young son am trusting you
young son

(Jamar)
I need you to hold the fort down
I ain't liking how this judge in court sound
I might have to spend time away from the fam
And if I do then I'm a need you to act like a man (young son)
This is no time for tears
It's time for you to man up, time to face your fears
Looks like your old dad might face some years
Don't allow the family name to be disgraced and smeared (young son)
Protect your mother and little sister
If anybody diss them become the pain inflictor
So much responsibility I hope you can handle it
Here take this 9 mill son I hope you can handle it (young son)
You're my only hope for the future
And knowing you can do it gives me hope for the future
Son I trust you this is something that you must do
Till they release me from these walls or I bust through (young son)

(chorus x5)
young son dont let me down young son am trusting you
young son

(Sadat)
One young son, he want to get a scholarship
The other want to get a whip from the car dealership
Chips off the old' block is what pop will say
One's on the court, one's in court all day
A mother's heart smiles and it grieves at once
She cries at home, but in the public she fronts
'Where did we fail? How did we prevail?
From the diploma ceremony to the jail it's a journey
One wants to beef one one needs a attorney
Two separate from life there heart beats as one
They came in to this world together as twins
And as long as the world spins they'll be joining
You could say one was annoying the other disappointed
But they still love each other they should there brothers
Son get your brother out of jail
Because with a little bit of love he can heel (young son)

(chorus x5)
young son dont let me down young son am trusting you
young son (scratching)

(Lord Jamar)
We dealin with death, in abundance
Dirty guns and, the pungent smell, of those who fell
Bodies, like commodoties, ready to sell
Take you around the world for a hundred dollars
Meanwhile, a little baby hollers
Hopin that she doesn't follow in her mother's footsteps
of drugs and sex, every day, more thugs to arrest
And today could be the day you catch a slug in your chest
Funny thing about life - nobody, gets out alive
The trick is to see, how long, you can survive
We deprived of our basic needs
Sufferin at the hands of a racist greed
In the black wo-man's where I place my seed
When they grow, will they know, that I tried to make it better for them?
Will I be dead or inside of a federal pen?
Niggaz just don't learn, niggaz just won't learn

(Chorus: Lord Jamar)
As we walk through the valley of dry bones
Death from, New York to Cali, the shit hits homes
Niggaz with 40 calibers, that'll split ya bone
Other niggaz with silencers, with gats that's chrome
It seems the violence only escalates, I'm concerned
When the slug penetrate your flesh, see it burn
Livin with the constant threat, that it could be yo' turn
Niggaz just don't learn, niggaz just won't learn

(Sadat X)
On 8th Ave, keep bouncin in the Mave'
He don't even know the type of problems he gon' have
He facin obstacles, greed, it's the large city need
Remember when he ain't smoke weed
Jail hold's raw, spittin seed
In the Polo Grounds, in 89 we dodged steed
All the slaves ain't freed
Make him the captain, muh'fucker we'll lead
Shoot him in the chest muh'fucker will bleed
Cause way he's goin he's gon' need God-speed
I seen a man die, gettin shot in the eye
And then leave this earth with a sigh
I wish I had a dollar for every funeral parlor
that I been to, and I ain't tryin to end to
I've been a friend to a lot of dead niggaz
With multiple gunshots, niggaz used to run spots

(Chorus)

(Grand Puba)
Now little shorties don't have a chance
Cause hard times be comin down like a avalanche
We play the streets until we carried on a ambulance
Day by day we be the victims of the circumstance
See the poison has us movin at a steady flow
It filters through your radio and your video
You ever once stop to think and wonder why it's so?
We don't know cause we blinded by the fog of 'dro, so we let it go
We dedicate our whole careers to save our dyin nation
Cause what we facin is the process of elimination
So busy chasin that our history begins erasin
A savage nation that is headin for anihilation
Time out - put the killin to a drought
And shorty stop runnin around puttin all them dicks in yo' mouth
I be concerned cause we burn baby burn
and we just don't, learn

(Chorus x2)

(Grand Puba)
Yeah
I'd like to send this one to my favorite girl, uhh
Momma momma momma
Ohh momma momma momma, yeahh

(Lord Jamar)
Yo she was young and so tender
Had a baby born Knowledge God day of September
It was her first child, baby boy little bundle of joy
She married Larry, for 9 months she had to carry
me and she did it gladly, but sadly
things didn't all work out, so she merked out
Pregnant again with my brother Wise
My grandmother let her in, she had tears in her eyes
Now she's back at the crib, with 2 kids
She gotta get a job, she put all her faith in God
Naive to the world; believed all the stories
she received as a girl, she had one more seed
Another boy, reality, now that makes 3
All from a man that she hardly ever gets to see
She did the best with the things she was blessed
And I know I cause drama and stress
to my momma, so I wanna just say yo..

(Chorus: Puba (Brand Nubian))
I always loved my momma (she's my favorite girl)
And I always loved my momma (she brought me in this world)
See I always loved my momma (she taught me right from wrong)
Cause I always loved my momma (you only get one, you only get one, yeah)

(Sadat X)
Past feudin, mask for age, still lookin elegant
Front page, Ebony Jet
Pam Grier threat in seventy-four
What these bitches is wearin now, she wore before
On tour she said you just stay pure I say sure
Watched my sister's son and my little one make me fool
When the po-lice came she said that she hardly see me
I'm in the living room drinkin beer and watchin TV
She say that she love me but sometimes I don't think
She wish I wouldn't smoke as much and throw up when I drink
I think, that it wasn't no day finer
that when my pops snatched my mother up from North Carolina
And my uncle snatched her sister and brought her, right behind her
She like china, you won't find a heart finer
The designer, I'll shoot for my moms, yes I will
Shoot you in the side and let you live a spill, hehe

(Chorus)

(Grand Puba)
Uh - at childhood I never really understood
all your heartache and pain and how difficult it was for you to maintain
To make sho' yo' seeds eat
Even if we had to foodstamp it every week
Always did your best to try to keep us out the street
If niggaz didn't listen boy that ass got beat
'Member that time you said, "Have yo' ass upstairs by 9"
But I was grown and had some other shit in mind
Word is bond, 10 o'clock she came downstairs
with rollers in her hair and a nightgown on
But I was gone, ran through the back, cut through the laundrymat
Got upstairs and still caught it with the Hot Wheel track
But that was cool with me; cause at least
it wasn't in front of the buildin for the whole prjects to see
I remember as a kid, sometimes I used to think
you used to beat me for some shit that my daddy did
I realize, now I'm older and wise
When you used to put it on me still had love in your eyes
I remember what you used to say
You might not like it now, but you'll thank me someday

(Chorus)

(Puba: over Chorus)
Thanks mom, I love you
For teachin me left from right
For showin me the proper way

(Puba)
Uhh, yeah
Momma momma momma - aight
Ohh momma momma momma, yeah
Uhh, to all the beautiful mothers, in the world today
Who strive to do they best, I know it's hard sometimes
But we wanna let y'all know we recognize
And we love what you do, keep doin what you doin
One love, Brand Nubian
Peace

(Grand Puba)
Yeah.. put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uhh, got a knot
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket)
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uhh

Y'all know what time it is, let's get it crackin
Push up on a shorty, no slackin, just start mackin
Lay yo' shit down, baby ain't no time to clown
Takin Southbound but I turn around where it start gettin brown
I ain't no dooty hound, shit I lay my duty down
Pound for pound, Brand Nu one of the best around
I put like 20 some odd years up in the projects
Gourmet chef with welfare cheese before these record checks
I used to steal my mom's whip, sneak up in the club
Get back to the parkin lot, the next door neighbor jacked my spot
Ahhhhhhh... shhhhit...
... excuse me miss you got to move your car
And I took a dub before I stole {?} shit
That's all I need now for her ass to really flip
I'm 2 strikes and 3 quarters from a pink slip
I'm glad I'm makin hits, y'all know the chorus, sing this shit

(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket)
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket)
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uhh

(Sadat X)
Morph into somethin terrible, my presence unbearable, parable
A spittin Bronx legend like Larry Davis
Make police think about it on they routine tours
Through the war's lifestyle, hell scene, shells and void sales
Avoid bails, avoid jails, I'm four-eyed
Who's ridin who inside? Who say they know me
I give great, atmosphere, like a open bar
You got to scratch and claw, you tryin to match the star
Hit me on my cellular, six for my dick
My man is on the phone cryin over some chick, yo call me back
My exact measure make the world my treasure
And since we only live once the world's my pleasure, who want booze?
Broads, dice game and cards
Houses with yards, feel the blast from the glass shards
Who got colored bags, who got colored rags, straight brims for ya block
Be from {?} in pairs
I move these crabs out my life like they musical chairs

(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) raise ya hands
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) if ya gotta knot
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) if you want a knot

(Lord Jamar)
Now I don't lust over money
But if I had to do it, I would bust over money
Let's not have a dispute and cause disgust over money
Cause we can cut and shoot and shed the blood over money
but that wouldn't be right, yo
Gotta have some, money in yo' pocket
How the fuck you 'sposed to hit the supermarket?
You can't even get the stain out your carpet
without havin little money in your pocket
I know you wanna get the chain with the locket
Buy a plane so you can sit up in the cockpit
All day gettin brains from a hot bitch
Layin back, spendin change on a ostrich
Or would you settle for just gettin out the projects
Pay off your debts, make a little progress
Either way the only thing that could stop it
Is not havin no, money in your pocket

(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) got a knot
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) want a knot
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) need a knot
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uh-huh
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) got a knot
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) want a knot
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) need a knot
(Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah

(Grand Puba)
Uhh ("through the coming years") through the coming years
("life, will grow sweeter") life is gon' get much sweeter y'all
("through the coming years") Through the coming years
("life, will grow sweeter")

Now I heard the silliest shit from this crackhead bitch
I asked her why she smoked that shit - she said, "We all can't be rich"
She said, "I'm hopeless, like a penny with a hole in my soul"
Then she asked me my goal, I said to live to grow old
And watch my seeds grow and teach those who need to know
And if my shorties need me, deliver like Dominos
See the name of the game of life is maintain
Your mind won't grow if you can't feed the brain
Through the comin years a lot of blood sweat and tears
Poured a lot of beers for my niggaz who ain't here
My pops used to school me - I'ma keep it real wit'chu
You can play the corner all you want 'til one day it's gon' get you
Got to get up, get out and get somethin
Or you can sit around all day and do nothin
See that's the main reason why that we pour a lot of beer
Cause there's mad niggaz gone but the corner's still there so

(Chorus)
("through the coming years... life, will grow sweeter")
("through the coming years... life, will grow sweeter")

(Lord Jamar)
They say you only get better with age
Fine wine gets better with time, fruit get ripe on the vine
Truth bring light when it shines
I'm at my best, like Tyson in his prime
And that goes for the raps and the beats
I make songs for those tryin to escape but trapped in the streets
And y'all 'bout to see that I'm 'bout to be on MTV
Lookin off a penthouse balcony
And I've been fuckin with birds like falcons, we
off the handle and steel like alchemy
Just for keepin it real like Malcolm, G
OD it'll all reveal
When they, crown me king then you all will kneel
I'm 'bout to, drop some shit that you all will feel
The seed's been planted, now look at all the vegetation
I'm tryin to see my family straight for generations
Gimme my reparations

(Chorus)

(Sadat X)
I'm not the richest, not by far
And I ain't got 24 inches on the car
And I doubt that you'll ever see me at the car show
And I work every day, ain't got that star dough
But my daughter keep me grounded
Surrounded by good friends and my brothers, and a few others
that I met on the road, like here and abroad
And the Brand Nubian name remain with respect
All of us still here and that's much MORE than a check
Still growin and our family correct, tap the bottle
And I guess you could say that I'm a role model
of how to make it without hittin the lotto, and that's life
From a man to a boy, from build to destroy
We born again, yo it's back on again
One more trip across the globe
One more run for the roses, the door never closes
Until we shut it right

(Chorus)

"You'll be always mine... all through your life
think you'll find, you'll be always mine...
all through your life, think you'll find
you'll be always mine"

(Sadat X)
You gon' always be mine, no matter who else in line
And deep down, you know that in your heart
We occasionally live life dreams
Time stood still, and split up the seams
Years can be brutal but it served you well
You mighta gained a pound but I can't tell
Who me? I'm in the same vein, healthy
Not as wealthy as I wanna be, but I'm aight
But to you that never mattered anyway
I couldn't stand in yo' way when you choose to grow
Said you had to follow yo' lifelong dreams
to the lands of the stars, cameras, lights
Bright sunny days and we parted our ways
Then the hourglass with the sand slipped fast
Now we are where we are today, in oh-four
And maybe it'll happen once more
But if don't, know our time together was golden
Memories I'ma keep holdin, and know I'm here
And one more thing my dear ("All through your life, think you'll find")
("You'll be always mine... all through your life
think you'll find, you'll be always mine...")

(Lord Jamar)
Yo, we first met in junior high
I was so shy, you was so fly
At first I done knew you would be mine
Clocked in, started doin my time
Walkin you home, hours, we talked on the phone
Eventually, we started to bone
In a whirlwind, you became my girlfriend
We used to both rock the matchin Sherlings
With the sweatshirts, with our names on it
On the back it had our love proclaimed on it
Then we broke up, and got back together
Then we broke up, and got back together
It was like that, for what seemed forever
Then it got to the point that we had to sever
The years had passed
And wouldn't you know it, met and her yo we crossed paths
And I have to laugh
Cause it didn't take nuttin for a nigga to smash, cause
("All through your life, think you'll find")
("You'll be always mine... all through your life
think you'll find, you'll be always mine...")

(Grand Puba)
I couldn't wait to walk to school each day
And wait for you to pass my way (uh-huh)
I never really had nuttin to say, but
how ya doin, and have a nice day
Until one day, one Monday
I put the mack down, recess playground
Ever since then homegirl been down
Feelin my style cause I wasn't no clown
From, element through the college days
Did shows after school, used to bring you backstage
We reminisce on how we used to play
When I got sick, you got sick the same days
Okay? (okay) you know how that go (yeah)
Mom at work, so we got the fo'
Half hour for the cleanup then you out the do'
Walked down one flight to be safe fo' sho'
After, all that shorty love still with it
How I put my thang down and the way I hit it, so
("All through your life, think you'll find")
("You'll be always mine... all through your life
think you'll find, you'll be always mine...")

Steven Biko, D.O. from the Bronx, Medgar Evers
Che Guevara, Fred Hampton, Martin Luther King
Big L, Bob Marley, Huey P. Newton, Mike P
Tupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Clarence 13X
Emmitt Till, Big Trill, Nat Turner, Freaky Tah
Wise from L.G., Malcolm X

(rocket soars overhead)
"Fire in the hole!"
(war sounds)

(x2)
Hut one, hut two, hut
Hut three, hut four, hut

(Chorus: Lord Jamar)
Soldiers don't die they just fade away
Have you ever tried to spray the AK
We camoflauged down with the analog sound
Leavin enemies in the ground
A thin red line, between war and peace
Sometimes we creep on all fours behind enemy lines
We look death in the face, on a daily basis
We do it cause we have to, a soldier's story

(Lord Jamar)
Aiyyo taste the blood, as it hit your face
And walk through the mud, shit up to your waist
Feel the mosquito bite, at night, when the torpedos hit
Smell the burnin flesh, hear the screams of death
My man Jim just lost a limb
His right arm was the price, freedom cost to him
So much, loss of life, we lost so many men
So many horrors, I wouldn't know, where to begin
In a foxhole, lock and load let's rock'n'roll
Guerilla warfare, all's fair that ends fair
We gotta take this bridge, for the sake of the kids
For the way, that they make us live
We can do it with the gat or hand to hand combat
Make plans to bomb that
You see, war is hell so much more to tell
And this is for alla y'all soldiers that fell

(Chorus)

(x2)
Yo left, yo left
Yo left, right, left

(Sadat X)
I got 13 guns now, plus a sword; bullets all over the floor
In the drawer, by the closet, in the door
And Ben, fixed my firing pen, that's 14
Hear a 30 bark, shoot it at the dirty narc
Spark came with this gun, makin it 15
Oh yeah that ol' 22'll make it 16
Who got dough for the VA trip, come back with two on the hip
That's 18, shiny and clean
Jean the dopefiend been holdin somethin mean
My son Sammy hold the diesel, and you give him the weasel
2 more flips, guns with grips, I'm into whips
I'm 60/40 and the Bronx is no shorts
We build forts from {?} and tenements
Shoot off the roof blow-joe, and light a {?}
My niggaz hold the heat and leave you dead on my street
Oh we gon' eat, and anybody in my path is gettin beat

(Chorus)

(Grand Puba)
Me and my soldiers commit espionage, for that 3-car garage
Livin large, with the swimmin pool in the back yard
Traitors, infiltrators of that top secret data
Exterminators of creators who invented haters
cause there's a civil war, poor killin poor
Usin that psychological warfare to kill us all
Too severe to ignore, so I play the spook who sat by the door
Righteous teacher for the poor
Dedicated soldiers, freedom fighters
Rhyme writers on chore with the cure to stop the undyin war
Nubian, follow me, hup two three
From the year 2000 to the E-N-D
Cause I don't know what y'all been told
(See I don't know what y'all been told)
Brand Nubian never sells their souls
(Brand Nubian never sells their souls)

(Chorus)

(x2)
Yo left, yo left
Yo left, right, left

(x4)
Hut one, hut two, hut
Hut three, hut four, hut

Verse One: Grand Puba

I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin
Quick to toast an MC just like an english muffin
Don't worry about a thing cause the Puba's never bluffin
I gets headaches from the wack, so then I take a Bufferin and I max
I wait until the opportune time and then I tax
But should I max?
Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess I'm not a sinner
Beginnings is for beginners so I guess I'm no beginner
This is how I spark it, with money in my pocket
When it comes to having pressure I gets hard as a rocket
MC Grand Pu, coming through all the residue
The songs remain classics, dating back to the Babalu
My boys I call em hot, the phones all of them jock
And I can think of many episodes I swung in Lincoln Park
No I'm not a phony and I got a tenderoni
Love the way she is -- not too fat, not too bony
Don't drink Sanka, won't sink like a tanker
Knock the boots of a skirt in Casablanca and I thank her
Some rappers stink, like Englebert Humperdink
Better yet Dick Caveat, I got a bad habit
Similar to the girl, on She's Gotta Have It
I think with the brain and I whip behind the zipper
I'm living kinda good similar to Jack Tripper
A landlord named Roper did a show at the Copa
When I finish with this, I'll be paid like Oprah
So if honey wants to act fly
I'll just play like Guy and I'm [saying bye bye..]
[.. dumb bitch] Stick out your thumb and hitch
cause you've been cut off like a lightswitch
See I'm programmed to slam with the summer, spring, and fall
Before I do a show I get some kicks out the mall
Then I get my gear and I give Trev a call
Cause he works in the barbershop, right behind the mall
Other rappers tried to rob me but you know they got did
To put it blunt, honey I smoked the kids
So hookers back off break North here comes the regulator
Cause you doesn't find none greater

Verse Two: Derek X (now Sadat X)

On file is a style that's why you caught a clip
My suitcases is packed and I'm going on a trip to Mic-a-delphia
I go for self and still be slamming
The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming
for the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
I cut you with my verbal didn't hurt you just a nick
off your face don't play possum
watch me and I'll blossom like a rose
And get some new clothes and a fresh fade from Rob
Jump on the phone and dial the Now Rule Mob
Now come one, come all, we about to get hectic
If my crew don't get in, then the x makes an exit
to the rear, I'm outta here, don't front on my brothers
I take care of them before I take care of others
Now wood bats is doomed in the ninties it's aluminum
Step to the stage with a mic and I'm doing him something awful
I'm a citizen and I'm lawful
I go to hunt another fall, rip the policemen's ball
I got the power to make a car stall
I guess I'm great, from blackness, and when the crowd slackens
I stop drinking, and then I start thinking
About days in the past when Derek X was last
but now I'm on the top damn news travels fast
cuz I'm like that! They can't see this
Read my book, it contains many pieces of verses
I took the time to delete all the curses
So moms reach deep in your purses
And buy me take me home and try me and do me well

Verse Three: Lord Jamar

Well, while I reign rhymes pour
You suck it up like a straw and jump on the dancefloor
Cause every time I step in a jam
I make like a door and slam
But then girls try to turn my knob cause I'm a hearthrob
I guess it's just a hazard that comes with the job
Cause everytime I rock a rhyme that shows Jamar is intellectual
Girls want to get sexual
Well I guess I have to cope with being so dope
You want to be me, but can't see me with a telescope
You seek and search but still you can't find
You're weak and it hurts to be deaf dumb and blind
A supreme mind, will take you out of your paralysis
I grip the mic so tight I get callouses
And your analysis, is that the Lord
Rips rhymes into shape with a mic cord
I do it good cause I'm a postive black man
Eating up suckers as if I was Pac Man
Not a Dapper Dan fan I stay casual
To rock like the J it comes gradual
You got to know the ledge of wise and dumb
And understand your culture of freedom
Power equally with the Gods
so you can build and form your cipher
All your life you must teach true
Of the true and living God, not a mystery spook
And when you do that, pursue that goal
which made the student enroll, and only then you'll prosper

"Feels so good!" (3X)

[Brand Nubian trades off rhyming each line]
Yes yes yes
It's a test test test
Now Rule is the town
WHERE WE REST REST REST
If you were wondering
were the ballistics finally in
Once again,
BRAND NUBIAN!
You and your girl came to see the three rock
NOW SHE STAYS
Kick the funky lyrics, throw her down
TO HER PJ'S
Lay her on the floor and do work
IN THREE WAYS
After the party
Guess what?
Aiyyo she's still payin!

"Feels so good!"

[Derek X]
I got this girl a mink sable, in return I got a cable
Her name was Fat Mabel and she brought my kid to table
Ate pasta with this rasta, went out with her sister
Her hands on her chin, thought she was a mister
Went out disco dancing and my feet I made blister
Smacked in the face until I finally I dissed her

[Grand Puba]
Encounter with a stunt, and I'm out for spot fronts
And stunts was on the wiggy, I thought her name was Ziggy
But her name was Lucy and I met her on the deucey
Put me on hold to go in a store to get loosey
(COME ON)

[Lord Jamar]
Aiyyo mack she need to stop it
Now let me kick some flavor since we're building on the topic
cause yo, I knew this girl and her name was Tina
She rested in Medina, never saw eyes greener than hers
But yo there was just one little flaw, the green eyes
I had to penalize, cause they was bought in a store
A synthetic cosmetic, it was pathetic
If they was real, then yo she got the credit
But they wasn't so she doesn't
I like the natural look, so I kicked it to her cousin

"Feels so good!" (2X)

[Grand Puba] C'mere let me put it to you like this sugar
[Jamar - singing] Don't go changing, to try to please me
[Puba - singing] Don't change the color of your hair!
[all together] Your hair, your hair, your hair!
[Jamar - singing] I said no no no I just want someone
[Puba - singing] that I can talk to!
I'll take you just the way you are!
[Derek X] Word is bond!
[Lord Jamar] Yeah right!

[Grand Puba]
Too hot to handle when I was young I used to vandal
Giving girls the comfort like a foot and a sandle
Always help another brother, NEVER running scandals
And if I hit the skids, well I'll just PANHANDLE
Now I'm gettin papes, but stunts gets the vapes
I see it as a joke cause they break when you're broke
I can give a ROAR like an ancient dinosaur (Rrrwwaoorrr!)
Swing a microphone like the great mighty Thor
Puba Maxwell is the mack that's hyphenated
Girls seem to love the way my things are situated
Hump on a bump til them bumps is feelin sore
Take a quick breather then I'm goin back for more!

"Feels so good!" (2X)

[all together] Brother, Derek X, KICK FLAVOR

[Derek (Sadat) X]
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big hits from tidbits, how I make my bread
Do some situps, and squat thrusts, to keep a level head
cause I'm WELL BRED, and mannered, I create in my workshop
Stay up late at night until my brain says to stop
Then I quit, wake up in the morning and continue it
I find the same line, and add some more (shit) that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
Check out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the controller and like Ayatollah
I used to live in Saudi Arabia
I never come out straight out with an answer
Just a yes, or a no, or a maybe I do
but with my crew sometimes I get BLAZED
Jump on the floor and kick a new dance craze
I can read and I've red since the days of ?
If rhymin is fundamental, then light up a spliff
and grab, and not an ounce of flab, is on my body
My mother's part spanish, my father's part yardie
I'm not a junior, try to see me catch a ?
I got yeast to rise straight through the moon

"Feels so good!" (manipulated several times)

[Grand Puba] Lord Jamar, God Allah step to it!

[Lord Jamar]
Girls scope this, like in astrology they knowledge me
That's cause I'm God, but don't look too hard in the sun
cause you might get done
My number's seven, that's SIX PLUS ONE
Now any way you count Lord Jamar will amount to be
a tower, so yo, knowledge my power
As I conclude, to girls I won't be rude
Just verbally feedin em my mental food
I embellish with lyrics, that can't be contested
Serve em straight from my mouth and in your ears they're digested
The rhyme I say, is out of the ordinary
Some say unique I prefer the term EXTRAORDINARY
MC's rhymes are ancient like a dinosaur fossil
They're weak and outdated while my rhymes are collosal
Like a Lamborghini, I look good, and I'm expensive
Plus the power I'm unleashing is just, too intensive
Discombublatin MC's with thin mind percentage
Guys like my rhymes, girls like MY MASCULINITY
When I'm on the mic I say what I feel
I'll never perpetrate cause the God's for real
It's like that (THAT) and at my jams you know you'll never be bored
So just dance and scream, praise the Lord

[Grand Puba]
Alright now this is how we gonna do it
before we get out like Shout

[Brand Nubian trades off rhyming each line]
We used to be some soloists but now we form TRI-PACK
And if you try to step to this you just might catch an EYE JACK
And if you were intelligent, you really wouldn't TRY THAT
This is just one black, WE'LL BE BACK!

[Grand Puba going "La la la la, la la-lah" in the background]
To my man Alamo
And to the man Sincere
To my man Mark the Spark
And to my brother Melachon
And Skeff Anslem on the board
Aiyyo check this out
We got some shoutouts for my man Grand Puba
youknowhatI'msayin since he doin the "la la-lah"
He wanna say peace to his man C-T-W-O
To my man Zee I'll see you real soon!

["Rat Pack" style announcer]
Well ahh, good evening my nubian brothers and sisters ahh
Tonight we got a REALLY big show ahh really big show ahh
Con-duc-ting his Con-cer-to in X Minor
We have, the brother, Derek X
Ahh, his theme tonight, will be on
racism, in a New Yawrk, backdrop
Brother Derek X..

[Derek (Sadat) X]
Aw yes yes yes thank you thank you thank you
and alla that, yo
Before I get this wreck I wanna give a STRONG shout
to all the positive brothers and sisters that's out there
And I just wanna let y'all know
who I came down here with
I slid in here with Lord J
and Alamo with the A
And I came to get wreck, like THIS!!

I'm kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
* Alamo cuts and scratches "Brand Nubian!" *
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick the time and we'll meet in the meadow
to discuss racial issues and tension
New York's a powder keg did I forge to mention?
* Alamo cuts and scratches "New York, New York" *
Now case in point y'all remember that Brooklyn Bridge joint
when things got wild and willy?
Yeah that day the FEDS played the role of the bully

"Up against the car!"
"Yo I ain't even do nuttin man"
"Aiyyo shut up or you get smacked!"
"Yo why you pushin me why you hittin me man?"

Now Huey Newton was slain and we all felt the pain
of Yusef Hawkins, and they was mad but we was squakin
They tried to show a false compassion, yet at the rally
they tried to bash in our brains
Further adding to the bloodstains
I was mad at this news and so was my brothers
And I wanted to get violent but I'm a lover of black mothers
And black mothers need sons
Not children that's been killed by guns..
It's, just a-nother form of slavery, a modern day lynchin
The others get the world, the black man feels the tension
inside, not out to hide, just provides us all the answer
I will stop racial injustice if I get the chance to!
* Alamo cuts and scratches "When the revolution comes" *

Now, the
civilized man's main goal is to teach
And I try to achieve this with verbal outreach
in my community, and all outlaying counties
Spread the message of good with my Now Rule mighty
Step up to the right, dispense and be known
Remember what I said is to teach your own
at home first, and as we disperse
I sparks your head like a cloudburst
Ya don't stop, ya don't quit
Derek X I'm guaranteed to be the ultimate
(Brother Derek X) I kicks the flavor!

So bust that I drop the stack from my almanac
It's all truth so it's got to be a shown fact
So keep on this is the dawn of the Capricorn Turtle
A rhyme that I kick is stored daily in my journal
or my diary when speakin on the black man I gets fiery

The record's in the record store, category's black war
Best you ever saw and it comes in a three or a four pack
In a month or two I'll be back
to confer with you on both of my works
In my contract, I get crazy perks from Elektra
See me kick this rhyme and I covered the whole spectrum
This is the final verse, grand finale in Crescendo
Message substance of the X cannot be thrown out the window
unseen, lean two years past the teen
Never use makeup got a natural sheen
It's like that y'all let's have a ball
I'm Derek X about six feet tall

Yeah and as I stop this wreck for one sec
I wanna give a shout to the Grand Puba
Also to club kid Marley Marl ("I understand that time is running out")
Pete Rock from the Vernon
I wanna give a shout to Mike P and Cherokee also in Tucson
("I understand that time is running out")
Rich with the carry on
I wanna give a shout to all the Gods in Now Rule
("Understand that time is running out")
Melacasis, Sea and my man True Born
I wanna give a shout to Big Bob ("Time is running out")
Scooby Real and the whole Mob from the Stallion Mark the Spark
And I'm outta here
* Alamo cuts "Running out" *

[GPM] Hit her, I mean let's hit this
[??1] That's not straight
[??2] Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?
Let's pull it bwoy

[Grand Puba Maxwell]
Aiyyo, check this out
Brand Nubian gettin ready to swing this ep'
We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex
We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!
And my man Ep Rock
X, kick the flavor for me on this one
Cause we gettin ready to be out of here in a, sec

[Derek X/Sadat X]
Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll
open your pores cause it's one of my chores
Kickin beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin rhymes to a schism
People often wonder and ask..
Is I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest
In fact.. they failed the test
It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular
My bite is in your neck it's the effect, of Dracula
Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition
Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin
But oh I beg your pardon, the race, is startin
The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard
And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day
The adjective - AMAZING, spelled with an 'A'
and a 'G' on the end, by usin, my pen
Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend
Rhymin was a fad in the days of my dad
Now MC's is makin G's and goin for bad
The X in my name makes it, all official
Am I the King? Well that's the so-called issue
Rollin off the tongue was the fresh one-liner
And CB talker was the zero one-niner
Took a slight drop from the tip of the top
Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin to clock
What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine
Never ate the pig can't deal with the swine
Keep on, yes my word is bond
Speakin that knowledge like Farrakhan
Cause it's ragtime!

[Grand Puba Maxwell]
Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!
Aight now we got Lord J
Lord J, yo c'mon now
Kick, the flavor, to this
Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)

[Lord Jamar]
I like to drop bass, cause when it hits, I bounce em
I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain
which I contain, to manifest thought
The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate
(Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate
I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate
I just get to the bare essential
Demandin that I talk, of my credentials, cause yo
I never slept, my mind was in the right place
Now let's take our steps and retrace
back to a time, when black was defined
as Original, God-like, Supreme Divine
Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin
There was a void in New York but now it's filled in
by the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A
to the R, now say I'm a Star (You a Star, J!)
Well you can be one too
Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)
You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation
Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome
Understanding is the manifestation
And cutural freedom, the final turnout, cause it's ragtime

[Grand Puba Maxwell]
That's definitely ragtime
Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine
Hit this in the 90's
Hey yo, bust it (here I go here I go here I go)

As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza
Trick ends on my friends, cause Puba's not a miser
Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer
I got a little older but a whole lot wiser
When it comes to shootin ? I'm a damn good shooter
MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a buddha
I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism
Damn I gets busy, though makin rhyme I gets bizm
Always help another meaning sister or a brother
Just a little tip I picked up, from my mother
Smooth as Ali Baba once I week I see the barber
So honey pucker up cause I'm a DAMN good slobber
Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard
So honey, what is it? (What is it?)
I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading
You wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding
I'm hurtin like a blister, confusin like Twister
Not a only child, four brothers and one sister
Not a rinky-dinky never snackin on a Twinkie
When it comes to flexin I can bend like a Slinkie
So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp
When brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped
So smile - here comes the picture - click!
A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'
I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes
Go ? on a Sunday then it's back at work on Monday
Take my gear to the cleaners, buy pants or a Beamer
Then I'm out, bangin crackheads, I can do without
(Definitely, why not Puba? Why why why?) Cause it's ragtime

* ad libs to outro *

[Grand Puba Maxwell]
Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right
Wanna give a shout to my man Pos K
My man Big Daddy, he's cool
Now Rule Mob
Check it out

Well honey here's a hickie, Puba's not a quickie
When it comes to skins, God damn I'm picky
Who will be the princess to occupy the prince?
And if she's less than dope I hope the limo's got tints
Now honey, you see this may sound profound
but LET ME LOVE YOU DOWN
And if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown
All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns
You see doo-doo MC's, really think they can outlast..
I smell gas
As a yung'un I was thefty, born as a lefty
The rhymes I drop, somethin more than hefty
Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger
For those who try to diss me - uh-oh, danger
Used to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be goldie
When I played soccer with the dreads that play goalie
Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin
For those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderin
cause - Puba's shit is on stock Ock
I shape the wig like a woodblock
I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive
I guess you can call this my nine to five
I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster
Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia
But hang on for a sec!
You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin wreck
Cause to me see it's more than likely
And if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly
Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip
Don't flake or flam, cause Puba's not HAVIN IT

[Derek X/Sadat X]
Derek X to the right
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu

You see me rock a video and slam shit up on _Feels So Good_
There was no doubt about it, cause I knew that I would
Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with
This girl done tried to cram cause she was down with the OLD SCHOOL
She.. smacked me, attacked me, harassed me til I swung
But I made her see stars cause her bell rung
(See an Uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl!)
No.. I'm.. not a wife beater
No.. I'm.. not a girl cheater
I nipped this problem in the bud
with my force from the Rule and my man Ron.. Stud..
(Word to life!)
So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about
And if you don't then brother you're lost
I had a boss, traded it in for a horse
It died, I made glue, it's no loss
I'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers
Tired of the sob story tear jerkers
Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums
Never sold work, never handled no gems
So que sera sera as the fat lady sings
But when the bell toll is the song I sing
Taken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights
I pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right
Appear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear
Rip up the street on my worldwide tear
So loudly my troops, and let's form three groups
Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops

[Lord Jamar]
Allah Jamar to the right
Peace God! (Yo knowledge the God) Peace God!

You're captivated by the science cause the lesson's mathematical
Jamar rockin the jam, is an emphatical
Y, equal, Knowledge Born
I go on, although clothes get torn
by weaker Cypher men.. cause what came from my pen
made 'em lust, now I must
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit, enough to form a rally
I didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's
So I made a quick dip, like I was goin back to Cali
Took the Lear jet, don't fear yet
Comin on your earset!
So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam
Cause even in my name there's a funky live "Jam"
Don't eat Spam or no types of ham
Polite to all women so I say, "Yes ma'am!"
Sniffin a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak
Jamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak
Not down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek
_A Message From a Blackman_ is what you seek!

[GPM] Peace God!
[LJM] Aiyyo peace
[GPM] What's the science?
[LJM] Elevation
[GPM] You gettin ready to drop math on this?
[LJM] True indeed my brother
[GPM] Well it's time to start the revolution
[LJM] Aight, so let's start this

[Lord Jamar]
See it's a positive force which guides my course
It ain't Little Bo Peep, who's sheep Little lost
It's the Tribe, the God Tribe of Shabazz
First on the planet Earth, but definite to be the last
If Allah stands, she'll pass
Students enroll, while Jamar teach class
Seminar I give, is for you to live
Not try to keep your mind captive
I break shackles, tear down tabernacles
Any problem in sight, Jamar tackles
Bones crackles as I start to break
the body of the snake that's fake!
Unto my people, lies and deceit
through trickery, but, Hickory Dickory
Dock, time's run out on the clock
The shepherd is here to protect the flock
With my staff I walk through the wilderness
Build on math, and destroy all the villainous criminals
Perpetratin constant subliminal signs to brainwash the minds
of the unknowin, kept church goin
It's time to shine light, that's why I'm Provin and Showin
That the age has come to be concious
not unconcious, cause in your subconcious mind
you find I speak the truth, from the DJ booth
straight to the youth, of the inner city, and the outskirts
Some may disagree, but yo hey, the truth hurts
Lord Jamar, and I'll advance in the industry
I'm makin sure you can dance to my ministry

Now dance!

..

Aiyyo come, into my laboratory
I'ma take you on a tour..
An ankh is the key and the key is knowledge
which unlocks my lab's door..
Kemet lets you enter, heat generates from the center
Lord Jamar's an inventor
Production of black facts, put on to a black wax
I got a lot to say, set in stacks
To the Right is where I keep my fuel
The Qu'ran and 120 lessons
Am I the nicest? Count your 12 jewels
Word is bond, cause the Gods keep testin
Why the test? Cause I'm 'fessin this duty of the civilized
From the dumb you bring forth the wise
So they can open their eyes to their being
And finally realize it's just the all-eye seeing
Black Man Supreme, knowledge machine
The Alpha and Omega, the Arm-a-Leg-a-Leg-a-Arm-a-Head
And like jam these facts will spread
over the thoughts of the white bread
Cause we've been misled for the longest
Time to rise up and gather our strongest
Brothers and sister, Mrs. and Misters
He rose and she rose, we'll take em from the zero
With raw funk, to thee and show em, how it ought to be
Cause it's passively, hell I fought for thee
culture of my ancestry
And made it so you can dance to my ministry

So dance!

..

Aiyyo I wanna peace to the Father Allah and Justice
I wanna say peace to all the Gods and Earths
and all the positive people of the universe
I wanna say peace to the God Sincere
The God Supreme, Lakim Shabazz
and the God Jahwell from Vernon
I wanna say peace to my Nubian brothers
Maxwell, Derek X, and Alamo
Wanna say peace to my physicals, Tony D
and Lil' Terrance
I wanna say peace to my good brother Q-Tip
from A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul
And last but not least I wanna say peace
to the grandfather Bambaataa of the mighty Zulu Nation
And I'm out y'all
Knowledge Knowledge

[Grand Puba]
PEACE my Nubian brothers.. ("Peace!")
Aiyyo knowledge this we came here to do one thing
And this is what we gonna do

We gonna drop the bomb ("Drop the bomb!")
We gonna drop the bomb ("Drop the bomb!")
We gonna drop the bomb ("Drop the bomb!")
We come to drop the bomb ("Drop the bomb!")

[P] We gonna drop the bomb on the Yacub crew
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")
[J] We gonna drop the bomb on the Cave-Man crew
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")
[X] We gonna drop the bomb on the Ignorance crew
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")
[P] We gonna drop the bomb
cause that's what we come to do
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")

[Lord Jamar]
Well I, build like a mason, facin the East
Brought West, to the belly of the beast
Pro-test, because this land ain't just
I seek equality and freedom is a must
Now if understand is understood well that's good
On equal planes we can bring forth gain
Rise the dead, from the graves of slaves
Fly the head, of the men in the caves
Try instead, to unify with our own plan
Why do we fear, the devil now that he's a grown man
Cause he bought you, taught you how to eat the wrong food
But now it's time for fasting
Life everlasting, offer thy I-self
lord and master and all things in my circumfrence
Lord Jamar makes a difference
I have no tolerance for black ignorance
I keep striving, driving cause I'm driven
By the course of Allah, the true and living
cream of the planet earth God of the universe
The first soul, black like coal
That's how old, there's no set birth record
The devil couldn't check it even if he wants to check it
The Nubians wreck it, all will respect it
so I think we'll go ahead with Knowledge Knowledge

"Drop it!" -- Flavor Flav
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")
* DJ Alamo cuts n scratches "Drop it!" *
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")

[Derek (Sadat) X]
What I provide will collide with devilish ways of thinking
Erasing false facts that started, with Abe Lincoln
being great, used his weight, and freed the slaves
but did he free us?
Take a look around
at the black man, see us
Illiteracy rules, they showin cartoons in school
They're way understaffed, and I don't understand the math
Now the way the system works the black man can get the purchase
Drop the family, it neutralizes many
Like wards of the state, doin one to ten in ?Dan Amora?
The welfare system can create a black horror
Now some people need the money but others, they can manage
By doin this they take away the cats who're disadvantaged
And the long list grows, more dependancy bodes
This creates a cycle but a cipher unequal
This is the wrong circle that contains the black people
Now the way devil got us is the way the devil want it
He try to hold us back and he overly floss it
This ain't even his land the Indians was here first
The savagery displayed made the red man disperse
I'm out to squash the whitewashed brainwashed line of thought
I got a million books and a school in the fort
in the Rule, with three great teachers
Thoughts to seal made it clear is also a great feature
So beware devil man the days of ? is almost over
The army's on the range, you think it's kind of strange
Nubians is in the picture, Armageddon's gonna hit ya

"Drop it!" -- Flavor Flav
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")
* DJ Alamo cuts n scratches "Drop it!" *
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")
* DJ Alamo cuts n scratches "Drop it!" *
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")
* DJ Alamo cuts n scratches "Drop it!" *
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")

[Grand Puba]
Well here I go from the tippy so those who wanna flow
let's go, steppin in stride as I move with pride
Blind deaf and dumb the God Haji's here to guide
Follow me now children
For wisdom, I always seem to give a coniption
Unlike a pimp, I'm more like an Egyptian
Straight to the Kingdom is where I bring them
and I school em, Now Rule is where I rule em
He Allah, God Islam, now act
But let me slow down cause Eighty-Fives can't get with that
It's Haji, helpful to another God in need
(Word is bond) True indeed
The devil is the one who dare not to knight us
Brought forth the plan on how to divide us
Jamaicans, Christians eatin bacon, when I greet my brothers
I say, "Asalaam alaikum!"
So I, strive to my duty for the better of the black man
Everywhere you look the black man is on the map and
here comes a Nubian to give a hand and feed a land
When I drop my bomb it's headin straight for the colored man
Known as Asiatic confrontation causes static
Might I add, I sincerely love Allah's Mathematic
So let's move on, the mental of the black man has been taught
I feel it's my Justice Cypher Bond to keep on
I come to reach one
Each one teach one, so here I come to the drum
Pull it back on time, pull it back! * Alamo rewinds *
Cause see the purpose of me comin
is to give a third eye to the blind
For years we fought, the blind's been taught, the chains in thought
But this time, black man we're takin no shorts
Can't be used as a tool, nor as a slave
Here comes the God to send the devil right back to his cave
So Uncle Tom just be alarmed cause it's time to
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")

* DJ Alamo cuts n scratches "Drop it!" *
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")
* DJ Alamo cuts n scratches "Drop it!" *
("Drop the bomb!"), ("Drop the bomb!")

* DJ Alamo cuts n scratches "Drop it!" to the end *

The attribute Haji helper to another god in need
He Allah God Islam
As I proceed to civilize the uncivilized
Word to wisdom from the groove to the wise
I guess I'm like the verbalizer for the fact I'm moving blackwards
This asiatic black man is a dog spelled backwards
The maker, the owner, the cream of the planet Earth
Father of civilization, God of the universe
Manifesting thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels only 23 million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Cause the heart of the problem is this:
Preacher got my old earth puttin money in a pan
For the rest of the week now I'm eating out of soup cans
He has a home, drives a Caddy through town
Has my old earth believing that he's coming from the ground (Jesus)
Slain were those who fought for what was right
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
Of drugs, controlled substances contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not fooling me
You see, the answer to me is black unity
Unification to help our bad situation
I wrote this on the day of wisdom power
All being born to myself
I won't diss the next brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that was designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is no fuss (it is no fuss)
It's just that sad old song self-destruction
To stop our reproduction

And put our wisdom before us (murderer)
That makes it wisdom knowledge (murderer)
So we need knowledge wisdom to bring forth the understanding (murderer)
Culture freedom (murderer)
Power refinement (murderer)
Equality god build destroy born za cipher (muderer)

(Can a devil fool a Muslim?) No, not nowadays bro
(Do you mean to say the devil fooled us 400 years ago?)
Y equals self a trader made an interpretation
saying that we'd receive more gold for our labor in his nation
(Did we receive more gold?) Now Cipher
It's time to drop the bomb and make the devil pay the piper
True indeed God true indeed hajj (lack of self) - (*repeat 2X*)
True indeed God true indeed

Wake up wake up wake up (Come on)
Wake up wake up wake up (I want you to listen to me)
Wake up wake up wake up (Come on now)
Wake up wake up wake up (Bust it)

The solution: knowledge of self to better ourself
Cause I know myself that we can live much better than this
Nothing's changed, it's just another sequel
The devil's still causing trouble amongst the righteous people
Drugs in our community (That ain't right)
Can't even get a job (That ain't right)
Poisoning our babies (That ain't right)
Lying who is God (That ain't right)
Now here's some food for thought
Many fought for the sport
And the black man still comes up short
It's time to motiviate, build and elevate
Blind deaf and dumb we've got to change our mindstate
So I dip dip dive-a, civilize a 85er
Gotta let him know the devil's a conniver
This is the plan from the brotherman
From the motherland now it's time to take a stand
I keep to striving to do my duty to awaken
To the universal family I say asalaam alaikum

(Reggae chatter)

Yeah
Now I've gotta give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers
Lord Jamar, God Allah
Derrick X is on the flex
Alamo is good to go
Sincere, the god is in here
Move on black man move on
We gotta move on black man move on - (*repeat 3X*)
Yeah
Now I gotta give a shout out to the SD 50's
Putting this in effect
I'm gonna say like this before I motivate
Please educate Allah's children with equality

Here we go...
("Okay everybody...") ("Step up to this")
("Sing my song") ("Step up to this")
("Sing my song") ("Step up to this")
("Sing my song") ("Step up to this")

Yo Stud, bust it...
Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.
Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,
I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.
Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.
Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.
There's no need to try to diss the swinger,
baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.
The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,
you try to step to this? It's void!
A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,
gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.
Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,
it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.
Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,
with the papes that I made from this trade.
So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips
if you wanna cash in on the wins.
Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...
("And you know what?")

("I've got a song to sing") ("Oh bay-bay!")
("I've got a song to sing") ("Here we go")
("I've got a song to sing") ("Oh bay-bay!")
("I've got a song to sing")...Follow me now.
("Okay everybody") 6x

Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.
She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.
Before I have to play her is a foul way,
and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.
Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.
Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.
From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,
even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.
If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,
smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.
So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.
Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.
But I'm looooong...I'm like Stretch Armstrong,
I go, on and on and on and on.
Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.
Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.
Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...
but now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.
Arise to respond for the Max-well,
ask well, hell, it don't even matter.
Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.
"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter."
You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.
The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.
Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.
But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.
You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.
Foes and hoes, good riddance.
Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.
I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,
Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)
Reel and reel and soul to soul.
Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.
It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,
I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.
And ya don't stop...
("Okay everybody")...now I'm-a end it like this:
I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,
caught her on looker, know where I took her,
to the short stay, around my way,
and like Monie say, "it was the perfect way".
I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes "Praise the Lord"
Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.
From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,
and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.
See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.
If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.
Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,
then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.
So see you brothers later, time to motivate.
Yeah, now bust it...

I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,
Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who
pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...

Slow down (repeat 3X)

Verse one: Derrick X (Sadat X)

Hey baby your hips is getting big
Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig
Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers
I wonder where he got 'em cause I hid 'em behind my speakers
The object of your affection is the tree-top connection
Or basically you love to smoke the wools
The crackheads attract man they come up to my door
I don't smoke gems so what they knocking for
Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you
Street time is limited to days
On your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come back
Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vowels
With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile
Used to walk with a swagger
Now you simply stagger
From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next
Bitch get a job
From me you won't rob
Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand
Now give that to the crack man
You was fly once now you're losing all your fronts
Started out light on the tip of woolie blunts
Now you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipe
Took a long pull...hype
Yeah, head crack head crack
You smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat
(Hey yo X, wasn't that your girl?)
Yeah I had to drop her
Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her

Slow down x5
What I am is what I am x2

Verse Two: Lord Jamar

I knew this girl named Tropicana
She's always juicing
Producing cash for my sexual task
She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat
You ain't paid then your grade is incomplete
You've got to flash dollars, to prove her
And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover
Taking all your papes like inhalation of ace
Her nasal passages is filled with money, and it's massive
(What I am is what I am)
Well, what you are is a stunt, man
You're on a hunt and your plan is to take all you can
From my man and scram
I've seen your kind before you're not original
Just a sick mixed up individual
Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch
Marking off the goods you got going up another notch
Your ways and actions are like those of a savage
If the price is right, then anyone can ravage
Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order
What's really scary is you're somebody's daughter
So don't come around trying to make a profit
At the expense of another man, stop it
Cause you see you're a freak show of the town
Know what I think you ought to do is

Slow down x7
What I am is what I am x2

Verse Three: Grand Puba

As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt
A forty and a blunt, that's all she really wants
But she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plastic
And if you swing an ep you'd better wear a prophylactic
Cause things are getting drastic
Slide up in the wrong one you'll end up in a casket
(Slow down)
Sister, there's no need in speeding
She was doing lays before she started bleeding
What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?
Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson
A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner
Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her
Puba makes no mistakes
She said "Rock me tonight (for old time's sake)"
Picture that
(Slow Down)
You little hooker
Honey got a problem with the bends
Meaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins
The hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversy
She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy
Come on toots you can take a thousand douche
Scrub that ass and I'll still pass
(Slow down)
You're living foul
(Slow down x2)
Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin'
Cause it ain't the season
So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch
Well go ahead
You're living foul

I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out
Right by my side

Slow down (repeat 12X)

Chorus: singers (repeat all 2X)

"You tried to do me" (3X) "I am not the one" (1X)

[Grand Puba Maxwell - over chorus]
Tried to do me God
But see baby, I am not the one baby
You tried to do me
Yeah.. yo check this out

Verse One: Grand Puba Maxwell

Why you wanna live so foul? You know
sweatin, one for some, is not my style
I'm the type to wine and dine and the candlelight
Cause just one night could be just so right
Your first riff, is that I'm never home
And you're, sick and tired of bein alone
But baby, I got work to do
And ain't no-one gonna stop me from bein Pu'
I buy you rings and things and all that good stuff
But you still beefin that that is not enough
Let's sit down and discuss it
Baby bust it..
You check my beeper when I'm still sleepin
When I get out of cars you're out your window peepin
I think the best thing for you and me
is just to play like John Lennon and _Let It Be_
You tried to do me

Chorus: singers (repeat all 2X)

[Grand Puba Maxwell - over chorus]
Yeah.. but you see baby
I am not the one
You tried to do me, yeah
Ay bust it

Verse Two: Grand Puba Maxwell

I would sing the song called just be my lady
But you're the type of girl who likes to act real shady
And rain on the brain like a hurricane
Throw rhythm on a dame, cause I know the game
You see, I'm just a rapper and nothing's free so..
"Why are you watchin me?" *like Rockwell*
Well honey can I get some privacy? ..
You say cool, then you try to flip
But you forgot to put the Gucci bag upon your hip
You knew me, you blew me, others would pursue me
The question that I ask is why you, tryin to do me?
Make like a ship and just float on (float on)
I'm not the type of brother that you can just gig on
I know the time honey, there it is plain to see
You're tryin to do me

Chorus: singers (repeat all 2X)

[Grand Puba Maxwell - over chorus]
You tried to do me
Yeah, but you see baby
I am not the one
I ain't havin it
Yeah

Yeah..

Interlude: Grand Puba Maxwell

Now see baby, I don't know why you tryin to flip and alla that
Cause I'm out here tryin to do my thing
and get these papes in today's society, youknowhatI'msayin?
I'm tryin to make things a little better
But if you wanna make matters worse
Let me say this first
There's no need for you to try to do me

Chorus: singers (repeat all 2X)

[Grand Puba Maxwell - over chorus]
You tried to do me
You tried to do me babe
But you see
I am not the one
You tried to do me
Yeah
And now check it, I'ma end it like this

Verse Three: Grand Puba Maxwell

Now.. good times come, honey good times go
I think this is somethin that you really oughta know
The name of the game is to maintain
Cause when you lose someone you love, then you feel pain
It's up to you to decide if the love was worth losin
To me you're not the everyday, Tina Tammy Susan
Why can't you, understand?
Instead of tryin to run the flim-flam on the Grand
Baby, do whatever is clever
Cause we can make this last.. forever and ever
With joys there's pain
But don't you worry about the Puba Maxwell, cause I can stand the rain
Shoo-be-doo, this is what you oughta do
Think of all the things that I just told you
Remember all the times when I used to hold you and say
We can last through eternity
But don't ever try to do me

Yeah.. yeah..

"We are ready ladies and gentlemen.."
"It's star time!" (Grand Puba)
"Million dollar man!"

[Derek X/Sadat X]
Once again as we swing this ep' with the Grand Puba
If I seen you kick it once, I seen you slam it a thousand times
You gots ta flow with this one G

[Grand Puba Maxwell]
Grand Puba comin-in-a-rhyme dancehall style, see?
Hah, you thought I couldn't do dat

Dem say, who can busy like dis man?
And if dem search the whole land dem not find a man
Puba is the one to make dem fly girls have a ba-all
Wha-oh-eee!
See other-dem MC's, dem not scare me
De virgins say me can't wait to hear me
You want it done right, den give Grand Pu' a ca-all
Not let me get busy on this one..

See brothers be wishin that's why they're eager to listen
Tryin to do me but see they're no competition
Grand Puba's the type, to get hype, to any funky sound
Never the type, to give a damn about a hand-me-down
Papers of rhymes of mine are stacked high like lumber
If hon wants to swing ep', she takes my beeper number
The skills go back to the days of flippin coins
Pasttime readin books by my man Donald Goines
But I'm not a pimp, and I don't walk with a limp
You can say I know the game, cause I know how to treat a dame
So knock three times on my ceiling if you got the feeling
Grand Puba's good for sexual healing
Lord have mercy this is lovely, I'll say splendid
Puba's on the stage, and I'm glad you all attended
Rhymin to the beat, is the way I make my money
I'll buy, sweets for my sweets and, no sugar for my honey
Brothers get, played for their papes
And if a stunts tried to play me, I'll hang her like some drapes
Puba's the man, and you can't run the flam
So take it elsewhere, my dear
See others try SO HARD to be this
Competition tries SO HARD to see this
But I let em know, I'm not the one
So see the next one, wha-oh-eee! Whoa!
I'll slap five to a brother who ain't about no jive
I'll smack ten to a friend who hooked me off with skins
See I'm the type of brother and I like to have fun
She said, "69," I said, "68, and I owe you 1"
The style I kick, you will remember
And when I step to other rappers, you better yell timber
cause they're fallin, de-meene-meene-mee
They're fallin..

[unknown patois man]
Faaaalse, claat! Will ya drop now?
You know you're sizzlin! Pull it down selector!
Easy now, easy now! Start rappin now!

[unknown singer]
Pu..ba.. I love you so
Never never never gonna let you go
Once, I, get my hands on you
Pu..ba.. I love you so
Never never never gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too

[Grand Puba Maxwell]
Hey c'mon honey you know I feel the same way
But I'ma do this my way
And I'ma do like this baby

See it doesn't really matter if the place is big or small
Cause MC Grand Puba come fi rhyme dancehall!
I'm flippin the wigs of those who gig
I never renege on girls who dig
The super supreme, one of the team of three
See I'm one of the best with most finesse
I really suggest you do not mess
Or try to test the very best at this
Do you really wanna know what's next? I gotcha gotcha gotcha
Grand Puba is one of the best.. I rocked ya rocked ya rocked ya
Here I step, with the rep that's kept
In a orderly fashion, sucker MC's I'm mashin
It's only one more verse I think that really need to be said
It's that I'm bad, bad.. inna wicked in bed
La la la la-la la, whoa la la la la-la, la la
La la la la-la la it's the Grand Pu-ba
Now hit me now selector!

Who can busy like dis man?
And if dem search the whole land dem not find a man
Puba is the one to make dem fly girls have a ba-all
Wha-oh-eee!
See other-dem MC's, dem not scare me
De virgins say me can't wait to hear me
If you want it done right, then give Grand Pu' a ca-all
Not let me get busy like this..

See my man Vance Wright he get a "nuff respect"
Sincere, Pos K get a "nuff respect"
To my man Ron Stud he get a "nuff respect"
And my cousin Dr. Who he get a "nuff respect"
To my cousin Jeff Jeff he get a "nuff respect"
And all the brothers and sisters across the universe
they get a "nuff respect"
I'd like to say peace to my Brand Nubian brothers
Lord Jamar, Derek X, and Alamo with the A and L.G.

[Grand Puba] Two times for the drummer, 'fore I start it I say, "Hit me!"
Puba's kickin flavor, and I brought somebody with me
[Positive K] Positive, the gentlemen, the rapper
Suave blase, you know dapper
[Grand Puba] See this is not a song about friends
because we make ends, and then we spread the skins
[Positive K] This song becomes a well known tune
And my mic's gonna bloom like a flower in June
[Grand Puba] We kick much flavor and you know that
As smooth as the head on a Fed named Kojak
[Positive K] Grip the mic til my hand get calloused
And I'll tell you like Ralph Kramden told Alice,
"Bang zoom!"
[Grand Puba] It's up up and away
[Positive K] Grand Puba
[Grand Puba] and Positive K
[Positive K] Lyrics real sweet like candy
[Grand Puba] It's just like a condom
[Pos & Puba] WE KEEP ONE HANDY

Go Puba, go Positive (4X)

[Positive K]
To my adversaries, I'm not ordinary
Not the Godfather, or the Tooth Fairy
Not Jack Spade or Engelbert Humperdink
Listen to this rhyme and tell us what you think

[Grand Puba]
One two three Grand Puba's on the count
Rhyming gets me papes in very large amount
Brother you're wrong, if you think crime pays
Don't like gays, and take vacations off of holidays

[Positive K]
Practice safe sex to prevent strange diseases
Wear my hat, on one night skeezers
I roll dice, but don't bet on the horses
Punks take losses and I don't reveal my sources

[Grand Puba]
So umm, take the fifth if you're planning to riff
The rhymes spread like Jif to make your loose knot stiff
Kick up your feet if you're feeling kinda queasy..
Relax.. (ha ha) take it easy!

[Positive K]
You're in good hands, Positive is a survivor
I make rhymes of anything, I'm like McGyver
If I were a computer rap would be my program
Since I'm a righteous man, I don't eat ham
I wish more people was alive like me

[Grand Puba] But Positive..
[Positive K] Whattup Max?

[Grand Puba]
See the vocab is lovely, girls be thinkin of me
Other rappers try to be me, competition can't see me
so hey, whaddya say, I got the flow y'all
If you don't know the time then you better check the Seiko
or Timex, I suplex, get biz on the co-ssacks
Put em in a line then I ask, "Who's next?"
Grand Puba, guaranteed to make a big hit
Doin much damage on this two man skit
Trying to hold me back won't harm me
And when the gear gets too small it's for the Salvation Army
So mami, or mida, a way I say, "No one's sweeter!"
(Now that's funky!)
You see the style I kick is rugged, I shine like a nugget
cause in-tense mean you dig it, past tense mean you dug it!
So dance, to a light tune, my lit-tle doll
Da-nah-nah, da-nah-nah, da-nah-nah, dah
Rock me wit, vi-bra-tion
Give me a deep med-i-ta-tion
there is none betta than Grand Pu-ba
Baby be get it all togetha
You see the second time around I hope the label don't flake
And if they do I go to Drake and say, "Give me a break"
Like Toyota say, I say (Oh what a feeling!)
I bust the foots of Lionel Richie
I caught him dancing on MY ceiling!

[Positive K]
Pass me the mic, cause I wants to blitz
I'm the best thing that came since grits
The Prince of Rap, lookin for Cinderella
If you see her.. why don't you tell her
I got the shoe, in the car out back
And if she makes the fit, she's IN, LIKE, THAT
and as a matter of fact
I'm not an actor, but the main factor
Pinpoint and his rhymes is like a protractor
I'm intricated, complicated
Definitely musically related
Rhymes so fly never been outdated
Gots to be fly by the way I state it
Now of myself, I say I'm a big fan
Got more rhymes, than words by the Letterman
Positive K, you can say he's low key
You might know my name but now look you don't know me
I can be nice and flip like the Son of Sam
Nobody knows exactly how I am
I'm the next and everybody knows it
Open tours this year, next year I'ma close it
I've got the skills that pays the bills, now
here's a quote from Stephanie Mills
Don't put a rush on me cause my tempo's slow
And if I don't tell you, then how would you know?

[Puba]

The attribute Haji helper to another god in need
He Allah God Islam
As I proceed to civilize the uncivilized
Word to wisdom from the groove to the wise
I guess I'm like the verbalizer for the fact I'm moving blackwards
This asiatic black man is a dog spelled backwards
The maker, the owner, the cream of the planet Earth
Father of civilization, God of the universe
Manifesting thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels only 23 million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Cause the heart of the problem is this:
Preacher got my old earth puttin money in a pan
For the rest of the week now I'm eating out of soup cans
He has a home, drives a Caddy through town
Has my old earth believing that he's coming from the ground (Jesus)
Slain were those who fought for what was right
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
Of drugs, controlled substances contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not fooling me
You see, the answer to me is black unity
Unification to help our bad situation
I wrote this on the day of wisdom power
All being born to myself
I won't diss the next brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that was designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is no fuss (it is no fuss)
It's just that sad old song self-destruction
To stop our reproduction

And put our wisdom before us (murderer)
That makes it wisdom knowledge (murderer)
So we need knowledge wisdom to bring forth the understanding (murderer)
Culture freedom (murderer)
Power refinement (murderer)
Equality god build destroy born za cipher (muderer)

(Can a devil fool a Muslim?) No, not nowadays bro
(Do you mean to say the devil fooled us 400 years ago?)
Y equals self a trader made an interpretation
saying that we'd receive more gold for our labor in his nation
(Did we receive more gold?) Now Cipher
It's time to drop the bomb and make the devil pay the piper
True indeed God true indeed hajj (lack of self) - (*repeat 2X*)
True indeed God true indeed

Wake up wake up wake up (Come on)
Wake up wake up wake up (I want you to listen to me)
Wake up wake up wake up (Come on now)
Wake up wake up wake up (Bust it)

The solution: knowledge of self to better ourself
Cause I know myself that we can live much better than this
Nothing's changed, it's just another sequel
The devil's still causing trouble amongst the righteous people
Drugs in our community (That ain't right)
Can't even get a job (That ain't right)
Poisoning our babies (That ain't right)
Lying who is God (That ain't right)
Now here's some food for thought
Many fought for the sport
And the black man still comes up short
It's time to motiviate, build and elevate
Blind deaf and dumb we've got to change our mindstate
So I dip dip dive-a, civilize a 85er
Gotta let him know the devil's a conniver
This is the plan from the brotherman
From the motherland now it's time to take a stand
I keep to striving to do my duty to awaken
To the universal family I say asalaam alaikum

(Reggae chatter)

Yeah
Now I've gotta give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers
Lord Jamar, God Allah
Derrick X is on the flex
Alamo is good to go
Sincere, the god is in here
Move on black man move on
We gotta move on black man move on - (*repeat 3X*)
Yeah
Now I gotta give a shout out to the SD 50's
Putting this in effect
I'm gonna say like this before I motivate
Please educate Allah's children with equality

[Grand Puba]
C'mon Alamo, let's swing it
Before I get this wreck, I like to take a sec
To say this jam here is dedicated to some of my favorites

I like to dedicate this to PE, I like to dedicate this to BDP
I like to dedicate this to the X-Clan, I like to dedicate this to Heavy D
Kiss my mother bye 'fore I hit the road of stardom
Put away my rhymes, make sure the pimps got em
Just cuz I'm a rapper, doesn't mean I'm not a fan
My favorite, Rakim, Big Daddy, Kool G and
LL who always keep the girls jingling
C'mon honey dip, you can jingle on my (Yo, cool chill)
When it comes to female rappers, bust it, here's a few
MC Lyte, Queen Latifah, Monie Love, and Linque
What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
Hats off and I'll never forget
Cuz if it wasn't for them, there wouldn't be no rap shit
Back to the track of the new
For short you can call me MC Grand Pu
I made this splendid cuz that's what I intended
Don't try to break it cuz you just can't bend it
I got a bad habit, see I live hitting skinz
Well if hitting skinz is wrong then forgive me for my sins
C'mon Ak, I'm straighter than 6 O'clock
So what you oughta do is flow wit the flock
My sign is the fish, yo, also loving on my disc
It's cool, I got dismiss cuz I hated liverwurst
But here I am, a rapper, my best friend Pos the dapper
Tony X who I grew up wit in a jet so
Shake the motion if you got the notion
Puba rubs off on ya just like lotion
I'm not conceited, girls say that I'm attractive
They describe my love and that's being hyperactive
I'm just a brother who likes to romance alot
Look at me as the black Sir Lancelot
That's right, your knight in shining armor
If I went to college, then my major would be drama
Or theatrics is more like my tactics
If you want the proof then lay down on the mattress
Swing wit the swinger, I can be a singer
Alamo controls the beat wit just one finger
If you wanna swing to this, you better take precaution
Alamo, when you hook it, make sure there's no distortion
Here comes the two, better known as the babuloo bad boys
Who makes much noise
Two Express, no local stops
It's time to get fat and collect our props
Kamikaze like Japs, you roll a 7 in craps
And if you think that this is booty, yo, it ain't no half
Met Lisa Simms, she bought a gear from Vin's
The knucklehead got her pregnant, now she got twins
The type of brother to stand out, always keep my hand out
To help another brother, what is taught by my mother
Good to the drip drop and I won't flip flop
Straight to the tip top in this here hip-hop
My style varies and my vocal carries
To El Segundo where I seen Q-Tip
Sipping on khaluda wit this honey dip
So. c'mon baby, spend the money, don't save it
Cuz this jam here I dedicate to some of my favorites
(Some of my favorites, some of my favorites)

Hey yo, check this out
I like to dedicate this to Chuck Chillout
(I like to dedicate this to the Awesome Two)
I like to dedicate this to Red Alert
(And I dedicate this one to Biz Mark)
I like to dedicate this to De La Soul
(And this one goes to the JB's)
I like to dedicate this to EPMD
(I like to dedicate this to Kid Capri)
I like to dedicate this to Andre
(I like to dedicate this to Puffy)
I like to dedicate this to the SD's

Shout outs

Verse One: Sadat X

This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah
Give the question, I'm tired of brothers guessin
The Nubian brought the X a lot of fame
But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended
That ain't the plan I had and shit like that ain't intended
For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants
Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance
Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac
I got a three-oh, so P.O. step back
I'm with the uptown baldies, kids that were Lords
Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds
Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses
Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks
Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof
New York I got the grip, I told ya I told ya
This means war, as if by Sister Souljah
To think that the X would ever take a fall
After gettin all of this, man you're crazy
The only way I'd fall is if I got fat and lazy
And I won't cause I work real hard
Wake up in the morning at the hour of God and make beats
Later hit the streets for some forty-fifth sweets
So all y'all been told, black youth essential
From the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residential
That the God, rocks real hard

Verse Two: Lord Jamar

God damn right, the L-O-R-D, J-A-M-A-R
Says peace and Allah U Akbar
Back like a motherfuckin head to crack
Brand Nubian tracks are filled with black facts
Now I ain't Humpty Dumpty chump, see
I ain't fallin, you can go call in
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Try to knock me off you never see another day again
My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready
And my scope with the laser beam steady
So if you're feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck
How could I kill a man, well I just don't give a fuck, so
Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock
With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten
We're bound to win, cause God don't like ugly
You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged G
I don't wanna be the man, I just wanna make jams
Cuttin sharp like Edward Scissorhands
It's ninety-two and of course we grew seeds
they're planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew
And if you're thinking that we're a hoe in the game
We gettin wreck to your brain

[both] It ain't no mystery .. (4X)

"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery

"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery

[Lord Jamar]
Well can you tell me where to find that Mystery God
I don't see him, so you know the shit is kinda hard
I searched and searched, but still there's no sign
It's gotta be a trick for the deaf dumb and blind
Now would you set up home, and wait for a Mystery God
to bring Food, Clothing, and Shelter?
Emphatically no!
Mathematically that just don't go
See me and my people been lost for over 400 years
and done tried this Mystery God
And all we got was hard times
Hunger and nakedness, from the snake that hissed
Beaten and killed by the ones
who say, "Look to the sky for your piece of the pie"
And didn't want to tell you that God's within self
Bloodsuckers of the poor wanna keep your wealth
Keep you a slave, so you don't misbehave
You never know the truth til you're dead in your grave
That's when you wanna come back, but there ain't no haps
Traps, caught you like a good strong buck, now you're fucked!
But my Third Eye helps me see
that the Black Man's God and yo it ain't no mystery

[both] It ain't no mystery .. (2X)

[Sadat X]
Who is the Mystery God, have you seen him?
You can keep searchin for a trillion years
Keep spreadin dates but he never appears
Crazy delusions of a big white man
Sittin on the throne, magic wand in his hand..
"You go to heaven! Dude, you go to hell!"
Churches think this mystery seems to sell
Join the 10%, duty to sell the eighty-five
You got part of your salary when this old God arrives
I'll be gone, jetti, I nix comedy spook
John ? is foul, but he still know the truth
Organized crime, drop you off in America
Land of the brave, watch the man from the cave
Used to kneel to the cross for the war with the rappers
Used to think it great, to rest ? in plates
Used to pray on my knees to the Mystery for G's
But instead of gettin G's all I got was free cheese
and bad advice, a tie around my neck
Shoot on my collar, to cut off my breath
But now all that's over, reality rules
Deal strictly with the gospel of the ? schools
Preacher preacher you could never be my teacher
Dealin lies and deceit for some brothers from the street
Know that the Black Man is God (the Black Man's God)
There is no mystery

[both] It ain't no mystery .. (2X)

"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery

"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery

[Lord Jamar]
First soul, black like coal
The Original One, with the power of the sun
Allah's God, always has been always will be
Never could be, a fuckin mystery
But you pray for Jehovah to come
That'll be the day when you leave the slum
Until that time, you just keep eatin swine
Drinkin cheap wine on the welfare line

[Sadat X]
Who's the clown, that didn't paint Jesus brown?
Everybody knows the man was original
When the jam is over I'ma go and take my vegetable
check buy a tech let loose in the Vatican
Courts writin lies, record company is mad again
These Asiatics is racist
Because I love the black faces
So put your bible in the attic cause I didn't come for static
The True and Living G-O-D
It ain't no mystery

[both] It ain't no mystery .. (2X)

"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery

"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery

"Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!" (2X)

Pass me.. pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't rollin over on my motherfuckin back (4X)

[Sadat X]
I need seven brothers ready to roll, I mean some real shit
Brothers ready to bust, bust again and again
Snatch the chains off the door my man, this is a stick-up
I ain't bring no funds, just came to snatch the guns
Check it, brothers spread throughout the whole damn store
Don't leave nothin, don't leave a witness
This black man is armed, another man's alarmed
This is the next Vietnam, set it off in the North
My moms is down with it, pops is committed
Something's got to give, I'm like a powder keg
Ready to stick a bank, drivin a high-powered tank
Newsflash -- Brand Nubian, takin fifty hostages
Take em in the basement, feed the punks sausages
(Yo if I don't get em) ?? Twinkies from Hostess
Shoot the faggot in the back for actin like that
From New York, in the East, I'm the black man police
I called the cops for a beef that I had, but they didn't do
a fuckin thing, tellin me to tone down
As if they was a father gettin red in the face
and they threatened me with mace.. so check it out (HEY!)
So now I'm the wise guy but they ain't tryin to bend
That's why I'm here to pretend..

Aiyyo pass the fuckin gat!

"Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!"

Pass me.. pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't rollin over on my motherfuckin back (4X)

[Lord Jamar]
Pass me the gat, and just like that, I squeeze
like a man posessed from the Old West
See I rest in Rule -- keep a tool close
You don't want be the learner that my burner makes toast
Cause today's mathematics is Uzi Does It
I got the automatic stashed in the attic
And it's an Emphatic Now Cipher
if you think you take the life of me without a fight
Huh, I clean my gun with a riprod
Here comes the God who don't eat pig lard
Lord J-A-motherfuckin-M-A-R
Never passive, the crew grows massive
We get wreck with the tech, blow your mind with nine
Plus we got the shotty for your body
Rodney King ain't this God-ly king
Before I take a whippin, I'll dump a fuckin clip in
the police, who give us no peace, to be deceased
I'll have a feast, as I commence to slay the beast
So my advice to black men: stay strapped
Aiyyo aiyyo yo, pass that..

Pass me.. pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped
I ain't rollin over on my motherfuckin back (8X)

Pass the gat!

[Red Foxx] ** best guess **
Follow me! Upon a Black Star Line
Off for the rest and for Brand Nubian
Now go to Africa again, watch dis!

Chorus: repeat 4X

[SX] Black Star Line [LJ] It's the Black Star Line
[LJ] Everybody come aboard [SX] And free your mind

[Sadat X]
It's the Black Star Line that's leavin at nine
Here's a paid ticket so you can free your mind
Playgrounds is filled with visions of steel
Grab the black babies IT'S TIME TO BUILD

[Lord Jamar]
See we got a mental ship somethin like Noah's Ark
Spark your brain cell now let's set sail
(with no avail) we flowin on a positive trip
All Nubians is welcome, male and female

[Sadat X]
I, wouldn't resort, to askin for a passport
Love vibes rule so your black face is cool

[Lord Jamar]
Cool, but not frozen, a trip for the chosen few..

[Red Foxx] ** best guess **
Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
Goin to Africa, one more time (3X)
Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
Goin to Africa, one more time, TRUE!
Let me tell you bout Marcus Garvey
Born in Jamaica, God left him in country
He go to America to make black people free
He walk around low and just try make money
Him buy up some ship and just start for we
America or Africa and live irie
We hav some man where wan gonna be
Young nasty and just licky licky
Some love Marcus Garvey, the place of peace
Or peace around it, and dem sparkle up him say
I just light up, make the first hungry
Writer no block it but just run follow me
Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
Goin to Africa, one more time
Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
BRAND NUBIAN!! Tell dem one more time

[Sadat X]
As we look to the stars, they take ours
Yeah we got fly cars but you can live in four wheels?
We need new approaches, old style is null and void
Makes me paranoid, to think
that we own the whole ocean yet we can't even drink

[Lord Jamar]
You couldn't swim the nine thousand so we got you a means
of transportation, for the Nubian nation
Marcus Garvey had the idea back in the days
Doin for self, keepin the wealth
I gotta add on and create
though the devil thinks it's not the latest fashion
Navigatin lost, somethin like a ship's captain

Chorus

[Red Foxx] ** best guess **
When I'm ova, arms will be raised for the tom-toms
Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black (2X)
Call me proud to be black, cause I'm not tryin to fuck
When I'm proud to be black, I'm not some young eedyot (2X)
Be gone! I want no dem I want no dem-dem dem-dem dem-dem
Never know they wickedness they haffa come to an end
Don't take a no fey word for de white boy dem
Awayaa TELL ME - all you get in de end
Awayaa TELL ME - all you get isa dem
Awayaa TELL ME - all you get more den dey spend
C'mon, tell de world black man entertainer
Rock dem one and rock entertained
Tell the Red Foxx style dem a get
When I'm ova, arms will be raised for the tom-toms
Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black (2X)

[Lord Jamar]
Brand Nubian wanna give NUFF respect to the one Marcus Garvey

[Sadat X]
NUFF respect to Red Foxx

[Lord Jamar]
Sting International in the house

[Sadat X]
Dave Kennedy on the boards

[Lord Jamar]
KnowhatI'msayin? The one Rafael

[Sadat X]
Nuff respect to the God Sincere

[Lord Jamar]
Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin? Mark the Spark is in the house
And umm, this how we work out
For the ninety-two season

Peace to the Gods, peace to the Earths
Peace to the positive people of the universe
Brand Nubian came to work it like this
Ya see, each, and every day
Each, and ev-ery wa-ay
We're gonna show and prove
Teach you the righteous way

Peace, to All-ah, and justice, and ju-stice, justice!
Peace, to All-ah, and juuhhhhstice!
(repeat these two lines throught song)

[Lord Jamar]
The knowledge, is, the foundation
The wisdom is the wa-ay
The understanding shows you
That you are on your way
...
[Lord Sincere]
The culture, is our God
The power is the truth
Equally only shows you
That you have planted your roots
...
[Sadat X]
God, came to teach us
Of, the righteous way
How, to build and be born
On, this glorious day
...
[all three]
The knowledge, of, the cipher
Is, to enlighten you
True that true that true that you know
That God is right beside you
...

[Lord Jamar]
The Godz must be crazy!
I said The Godz must be crazy
The Godz must be crazy!

They said The Godz must be crazy, cause I let my hair go wild
Lookin like a nappy nigga child
Black folk say, "Cut that bush"
Quicker than George Bush, drugs get pushed
They want a nigga clean-cut like the Ancient Greeks
but the Ancient Greeks, were fuckin freaks
I'm gonna let it grow like a forest
Ain't choppin shit down, that's why I hear the sound..

[Sadat X]
Some days I wake up mad and I don't feel like hearin shit!
Put all your talkin to the curb Jack, you don't even know me
Keep thinkin wild, crush a kid when live, big on stage
at a show, not even fuckin up my cool flow
But this country luck's breakin, there's a war against the righteous
But I got a gun, and the God got one
and his man got one, and we gon' all be armed
The scope is aimed at the White House, and still they say
The Godz must be crazy..

The Godz must be crazy!
They say The Godz must be crazy
The Godz must be crazy!

(Nobody do I need! Bitch back up!
You think The Godz is trizznippin?
You flexin! You betta watch yo'self!)

[Lord Jamar]
They say The Godz must be crazy, cause I don't bow to the cross
I even had a Priest get tossed
Teacher of lies, kept his sword
And when you do, you're gonna praise the Lord
Of all things I could, but I don't splurge
Won't submerge myself, in material wealth
Just health and well-being through All Eye Seeing
But 85% of y'all is disagreeing
See the Black Man is God and that's an actual fact
But everytime I scream it yo I'm under attack
With the crack on my people like a monkey on the back
Bust it in the brain, fuck it if it leave a stain, no pain no gain
Black Man, change your demeanor
It's gonna be some shit, when they unleash FEMA
We're headin, for Armaggedeon, I'm only spreadin the facts yo
But since I'm black, they say that
The Godz must be crazy

Uh-huh, The Godz must be crazy!
They say The Godz must be crazy
The Godz must be crazy!

[Sadat X]
One day I seen a riff, it was three against one
Became three against two cause the one man was black
Now three against three cause Mark the Spark was with me
Four against three cause Daddy-O from Stet was there
Was the odds fair? Have they ever been?
I proceeded with this plan to cut a hole in the grafted man
But then I chilled, I'll wait for the war..
.. then I can off much more!
Skulls on the pavement, bones to bones
Sawed-off, mix it with, micraphone
Whole blocks, filled with, pools of blood
Stars and Stripes burned up in the mud
C-Cypher-Punks jump up to get beat down
Play around with the X and get your eye split
We're goin two to the head Sadat X broke bread
Who said The Godz must be crazy?

"Took a Lear jet, don't fear yet"
[LJ] Ahh, seven o'clock in the motherfuckin mornin
"Took a Lear jet, don't fear yet"
[LJ] It's time to be out like shout, yaknahmsayin?
"My suitcases is packed, and I'm goin on a trip" -> Derek X
[LJ] Call the brother Sadat
"My suitcases is packed, and I'm goin on a trip" -> Derek X
[LJ] See, like this..

[LJ] Aiyyo Peace God
[SX] Peace!
[LJ] Yo you up?
[SX] Yeah I'm up and packed
And my bags is at the door
[LJ] Well don't forget your leather bomber
Where we're goin it's kinda cold
I'ma go and kiss my momma and my Grand Old Earth goodbye
[SX] Cool, I guess we're splittin
Is there anything I'm forgettin?
Let me check my room, oh yeah there goes my boom
[LJ] Shit, don't forget that
[SX] Cause when you travel they sell gravel
[LJ] Well I got my own shit - NOW LET'S SPLIT
Not like a banana, where we're goin to Savannah
Heartland of Georgia, Florida, or Peoria
Yo I think here and now know downstairs y'knahmsayin?
We gonna come get you, head on over to the airport
[SX] The airport staff at LaGuardia knows
that Brand Nubian do daily shows
Up in the Carolina NORTH, Carolina SOUTH
I kick the visit, in Richmond, lost in Boston
Benz in Houston, two hours away from Austin
[LJ] TEXAS, where you don't see no Lexus
Just low cars that bounce
[SX] And Taco Bells by the ounce
[LJ] Speakin of food, yo Sincere you made it clear
We need our meals kosher on this flight
Don't want no swine in my sight
[GS] Aiyyo God, everything's straight
The kid's sendin a limo, to meet us at the gate
[LJ] Word that's cool, youknowhatI'msayin?
That motherfucker that time sent a fuckin ham sandwich
[SX] I conditioned my mind to finally come to grips
With knockin out trips like at six hour clips
Up in the Cali in the mornin groundstandin
BAGGAGE CLAIM AND OUR BAGGAGE WE'RE DEMANDIN
[LJ] Now we hit the hotel and unpack the bag
Feelin like crap, take a nap from the jet lag
WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP
for the soundcheck.. before we GETS wreck
Now before the show, we gotta have a buddha fest
Call every brother's room so we can hit the buddha bless
Spark a L, here we go, SPARK ANOTHER L
Time for the show yo, and now we're feelin kinda swell
Aiyyo X - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT?
Aiyyo Sin - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT?
Aiyyo Spark - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT?
Aiyyo Wise - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT?
Jahweil - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT?
Now Rule Mob - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT?
Everybody - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT?
Man if we don't have that shit, then shoot
[SX] Now if you missed the show you gots to feel this
Dreads on stage combine with baldhead kids
Now I'm the Hey-Baby man who gets his drinks ?
Major in History (defeatin all the mystery)
I would think it's plain to see
[LJ] We come in the name of G-O-D, GIRLS
[SX] Form a line at the hotel
[LJ] No this ain't a motel
Did you leave the hoe with a story to tell?
[SX] Could be, or could be not
Dependin on the mental and the body that she's got
[LJ] Well I can definitely dig that black man yaknahmsayin?
But uhh, let's pack up these bags
And get the fuck outta Dodge, word to mother
[SX] Yeah and I definitely can get with that black man
But I let a.. I wanna let em know ONE thing
'fore we be out
[LJ] And.. what's that black man?

New York, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
Well D.C., BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
Boston, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
In L.A., BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
Syracuse, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
And Atlanta, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
Virginia Beach, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
And Houston, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
San Francisco, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
And, Miami, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
And Cleveland, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out
Sheboygan.. help me turn it out

[Sadat X]
Yeah, check it out, I'ma flow on this one
Yeah I'ma run with this for the ninety-two season
Yo check it out

I'ma give you somethin cat, this is what you need
You need a coach and I'm a damn good coach
Got the right approach, plus my pop had wins
Seed trickled down, six two and brown
When _Slow Down_ came out, at first it was MILD hit
A minute or two later, brothers on some WILD shit
Listen up, capture how I spree
Is it you, or is it me?
Made a mad verse, from first, stole second
Took the third and home it was out
That's what I'm about, that Nubian swing
Familiar ring, cash register ring
Pay the brothers, Jack the Ripper work hard
Then I'll be out, check it out, yo Peace God

Brand Nubian rock the set! (8X)

[Lord Jamar]
Yeah
Fuck it up
Nineteen-ninety-two, uh!
Like this y'all
Well now this is for your clubs and your old school pubs
where niggaz get drunk and give in to the funk
Speakin of funk, this here be stink
The brothers up North can smell it in the clink
Well put down the Right Guard cause you got the right God
Matter of fact, we're comin right and exact
We got the brainiac style like Miles Davis
Save us, in the files of the shit that hit
It's time to make a run at five hundred yard dash
Five hundred G's sold and the shit went gold
Now was that bold, to predict while I kick it?
Brand Nubian fights, against the weak and the wicked
I got the baldhead dread Sadat and Sincere
Oh yes, the God is in here
_To the Rear_ makin shit sound clear
Plus collect the dough at the end of the show
Everybody know Brand Nubian kick that shit on stage
Cause it fits in a rage
Lord Jamar turn the page cause this rhyme is overflowin
And bring in the funky horn

Brand Nubian rock the set! (8X)

[Sadat X]
To really know this flavor you must understand the method
I might come up with a style, throw it down and say it's tired
Write a next one, smokin a blunt on the rooftop
And runnin with the sneakers or aiyyo hightops
Thanks to the dread for the roots green
Whole body is amped I must contain or appear
I might throw the peace at kids, go to rest and wake up goin
For days I get set off, I ain't got NO way of knowin
How could you fool a ruler? You still smokin wooler?
The first round pick, why'd The Knicks trade Rod Strick?
That man is nice!
You make acts to make tracks, I'm tired of frontin to em
Gonna step to em, cause they whole shit is dead
I'd rather tell em now, instead of fuckin with they head
Tired of frontin, it's like that huh

[Lord Jamar]
True indeed God y'knahmsayin, ain't no use frontin
Word to mother

Well don't look at things from the surface
A book without understanding is worthless
120 gave me plenty to chew on
Planted a seed and it grew (now that's true)
On to the road where we got shit sewed
when crackin shells, and gettin to the ?
I rest in the Rule but don't take it for a joke
I got an automatic tool.. don't make it have to smoke
Cause yo I'll bust off, In God We Trust, I'm not soft
When I'm droppin it, I'm just the opposite
Now that's hard..
Study lesson about Farad and Elijah
Won't suprise you to chill with God..
of the Universe, so when U.N.I.Verse
we gain a better understanding
Which is supreme, risin to the top like my Nubian team
and we don't stop!

Brand Nubian rock the set! (repeat to before fade)

[ad libs to outro]

[Sadat X]
Aiyyo Jamar I got a girl that's bad! (uh-huh)
But she don't understand my ways.. (why's that?)
Arguin days after days after days..

[Lord Jamar]
Well I can dig it
See I done had some fly ones
But they try to get just that, thought I'd like to chase the cat
But I'm not a Dog, God is who you're lookin at
Couldn'ta tooken that, bullcrap, you woulda caught a jack

[Sadat X]
I told her, "Yo the first thing is when the telephone rings
It ain't really nuthin but noise"
You wanna flip and lose your poise?

[Lord Jamar]
Now they quick to flip, but yo honey get a grip
You gotta understand I'm a man with needs that needs fulfilling
And if you ain't with it somebody else is willing
You gotta love me, or leave me alone

You gotta love me, or leave me alone
You gotta love me or leave me alone *4X*

[Sadat X]
I got this good thing girl, it's the righteous love
Not that quick on the top, one shop hop
I'll make your knees get wet in the places I'll pet
I'll make you breathe, faster than you can believe
Within your hole I'll use my control
And the final burst, I'll hold
*reggae chat* until it comes
Backscratches added up in sums
Didn't your momma teach you bout bonin a man?
Bent my dick so bad that I ran
Now I'll, freak of the week, or ride the quest of a yardgirl's hips
Your pussy can't see these lips
I keep my tongue in my mouth.. cause I can't see down South
Vulgar? Maybe, obscene with the purpose
Sayin, "I'ma do my own thing, bein I'm my own King..
and it's up to you to follow"
So on your Wisdom I'll shine my light
Bring forth the seed, created in the night

You gotta love me, or leave me alone
You gotta love me or leave me alone *4X*

[Lord Jamar]
The degree, love hella right, get it right
Either all the above, or it ain't true love
I ain't down for a honey who don't wanna submit
Always throwin a fit, wanna talk a lot of shit
but love to get hit from behind
Gettin crazy joy from my Lazy-Boy that reclines
Seems the only time we're not in a fight..
is when I'm layin the pipe..
You don't want me to bone another chick
Quick to claim my name and my dick
But when I tell you get off the swine and get refined
You act like you're blind and you lost your damn mind
See I'm not the kind to let a woman run it
How my man Rick say it? _I Shouldn't Have Done It_
is what I'd be saying if you was runnin the show
No hoe, there's no gold, the G-O-D know
the time on the Sun and the Moon and the Stars
Dance to the tune of Lord Jamar
And if you're actin tone def it's your own mental death
Huh, you gotta love me, or leave me alone

You gotta love me, or leave me alone
You gotta love me or leave me alone *4X*

"Say one for the treble, two for the bass
One for the treble, two for the bass" (2X)

"Say one for the treble, two for the bass" (6X)

"And I'm guaranteed, I'll steal ya 'ho
When I'm on the micraphone doin my show" (4X)

[Lord Jamar]
Well everytime I rock a rhyme that show Jamar is intellectual
Girls, STILL wanna get sexual
They try to pull me offstage, hopin
that we can engage, in some sexual escapades
Grabbin for the jewels of the fam
Actin like they never seen God rock a jam
in they lifetime, grabbin my lifeline
To flow fluid like Alaskan pipeline
Now brothers get jeal' when they see the God swell
Mad, cause we got your girl under a spell
Me and her had a talk, and yo she said she wouldn't tell
Now I got her on a train on her way to New Rochelle
Your girl wanna stroke but yo I didn't provoke
Now I got a leg behind a head and a yolk
("Now girl flex, time to have to sex")
And next time bring a friend for my man Sadat X
And Sincere, who's hittin honies from the rear
Goin strong, lastin long, cause he drinkin a stout beer
We don't fear if your man blood boil
Cause we know a place with some nice soft soil
So check the heartthrob, proceed to rob ya 'ho
By the way, we rocked the show

"One for the treble, two for the bass"

"Say one for the treble, two for the bass" (3X)

"And I'm guaranteed, I'll steal ya 'ho
When I'm on the micraphone doin my show" (4X)

[Sadat X]
A quick move at a jam, homegirl got her hand
in my pocket, yo' girl, the one you call squeeze
Dreamin bout the X and ruinin her sheets
I'm kinda cool black, aight?
I mean I'm straight on the girl tip, but when your girl
do a dip with her skirt on you know I puts a hurt on it daddy
So check it.. you know the crew that wanna act like that?
Wanna play the front with the poom poom fat?
Talk about your man, yeah yeah he got a gat
But at the end of night, you in the ho-tel
And if you ain't alla of that, you play the mo-tel
Yo I ain't the one for it if you can't control your girl
Take her by the pants and put a lock on it
And if that shit don't work, then throw the glock on it
Mad stacks and numbers but I can't remember faces
Much less places, but I DAMN sure know the races
Strictly for weaker or a sweet soul sister
Be thankful that I didn't hit your girl I coulda DISSED her
But I lounged and maintained
But don't front cat, yo don'tcha slumber
I still know honey and I still got the number
So you be cool aight?

"And I'm guaranteed, I'll steal ya 'ho
When I'm on the micraphone doin my show" (4X)

"One for the treble, two for the bass"
"Say one for the treble, two for the bass" (9X)

["Some get over the hump... bootleggin!
Some go down in the dark! Bootleggin.
Some get over the hump... bootleggin!
Some go down in the dark! Bootleggin.
Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!
Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!"]

Verse One: Sadat X

I've been watching you for about two weeks
Selling phony imitations of myself
if I chose to wild I might flip or break your table
Strong arms tappin all your pockets
Look, look at this tape, loose ass plastic
Copy machine picture damn straight I'm gonna hit ya
But I don't cause I maintain, you're just a common street peddler
offender, the question revolves
Is the record company involved?
Hmm, dig the reality, is that I'm bein played
Should somebody take the weight cause my pocket's like on E
That I can't see, therefore I burnt teeth
When I find the source to my loss of income
I gots ta see him Jack, yo I gots ta see
And the street vendor out there, don't steal don't sell my tape
I don't give a fuck about the plea that you coppin
Everyone's got problems sellin my tape ain't gonna solve em
On my ave... holdin your eye with a heatin pad
Dig the scene cat, knowledge the crime, know the time
Or you'll be out much more than a dime

["So many fingers... steady bootleggin!
Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin!
So many fingers... steady bootleggin!
Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin!
Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!
Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!"]

Verse Two: Lord Jamar

A kick in the ass from a leg and a boot
Constitute the right to shoot one who steals my loot
Bang bang like it ain't no thing to the bastard
Who sold my shit before it's mastered
Now how the fuck did you get a copy?
It's an inside job or the security is sloppy
But nevertheless I'm doin my best to solve this mess
I find out, I blow a hole in his chest
It's black music that they wanna discredit
Garth Brooks ain't bootlegged cause they'd never let it
happen, that's why I'm cappin and slappin
All the motherfuckers sellin tapes to young black kids rappin
They try to say hardcore don't sell
But everywhere I go they killed my shit well
New York to California everywhere in between
know the flavor of the God so what the fuck do you mean?
I gotta get my props in ninety-two it's up to you
the listener to do your part and buy that bullshit from the start
I can't get back what I don't receive
Best believe they got a trick up they sleeve

["Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on!
Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on.
Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on!
Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on."]

[Sadat X]
Cool-ass Al, he got a badge from the neighborhood yo
Fly police car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now check it out
Now Al used to rob, used to smoke, used to steal
and he rolled a mean game of dice
A factor boostin he was nice as he proved on the daily tip
at Macy's, he and this kid up in Lacy's
Throw his head to blow when he turned into a Fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his head
There's two fit ill, glock cops, with passion
Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebody's pops
And when I see Al, he never stops
unless it's to make an arrest
He can't kick it, unless he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, attitude everyday
It makes me kinda mad cause I really can't hit him
But brothers scheamin to get him
(Shoot 'im inna de busta bumba claat)
At any level the worst devil is a black one
And if you see one you gots to attack 'um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on Lewis Park
Cool Al appears, backs up, fresh Clarks
It's a hot day black, and the sun's beamin down
but I gotta get on the ground?
You're, sworn to whitey, do you think that you're mighty?
You take the honor of bein the black Bull Carter
It's a shame cause use done out your righteous name
for a little rank and more fame
You're whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump
so instead of warnin brothers, better hide and take the picture
You know the brothers wanna hit ya
("Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!")
So carry your gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that there's a price on the booty
Hidin upstate won't make you safe
By the way, are you of Christian faith?
Then prepare to meet your Mystery, become a place in history
Force come shot down with some brothers from Uptown
And if we're not totally through
Then you'll be left black and blue

Man these black ones is just as bad as the motherfuckin white ones
They get a BULLSHIT badge, and think that they God
But yo I ain't havin that shit, I put a hole in they fuckin ass
Then they see who's God
Comin in our midst causin this motherfuckin confusion?
I send that ass back to the essence quick fast

[Lord Jamar]
I knew a cop named Roy, a good nigga boy
To pull the trigger on another brother was a joy boy
Didn't give a FUCK if your face was black
He'll blow out your back, and say you sold crack
He'll see you in your car and don't like your look
He got beef with gold teeth so now you're a crook
Flash the lights, pull to the right
Put up a fight, well say night night, cause Roy boy might
pull out the heater, for him there's nuttin sweeter
Eight to your head, from his nine millimeter
Roy had a thing about young black males
He wanna see em dead or either locked in jail
Down with every drug bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin down doors is like dickin down whores
I remember when he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin down kids for playin hookie
You see Roy is the type of ne-gro
with a alter-ego that's illegal
He like shakin down niggaz on the block
Take you face down, let you hear the sound of the hammer cock!
No need to fill out a report
Cause everybody know Roy doesn't get caught
Now he's feeling like Superman
to the trooper stand, with an Uzi in his hand
Now Roy's gotta answer
The pig's gonna get smoked like cancer, sticks
for all the tricks that Roy's ever played
Toy with the wrong nigga, boy you get, sprayed
For all the fucked up shit, that you put a brother through
Black man, learn to love you
Cause even if you're dead, me and my crew
will beat you in your head, and leave your ass full of lead
Black and blue

("Get nothin' but a beat down!")
Refrain 4x
Punks jump up to get beat down!
("Get nothin' but a beat...")

Sadat X:
One day when I was ridin' on the train I seen these two kids talkin'
about the Nubian reign had fallen.
I didn't say nothin' cuz these kids caught my goat,
even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote.
So this kid with mouth swagger 'n I'll blaze the cloak and dagger
so I gotta show Dukes the macho lot that I am.
I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham,
oh yes, I'm the bad man, and bad men wear black.
And if it comes to droppin' bombs, yo, I'm with that.
Though I can freak, fly, floow, fuck up a faggot.
Don't understand their ways I ain't down with gays.
You wanna grab the style that was made from my mom and my dad,
when I was young I used to run with a notepad.
Then dimes knew and somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone...
black prodigy since the age of twen-ty.
I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one,
right on the spot, sign my name with a dot.
Diamond D threw me some smooth shit, Bronx crowd roar.
Stick up your wack jam, everybody hit the floor.
Okay it's you, Slim, the hard rock of the pack,
don't wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin'.
Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen.
Why did I have to do it? He asked for it.
His man saw it, so it don't mean shit to me.
He's gone, that's how it's supposed to be....check it out now.
I ain't goin' out, man that short shit is dead,
have you heard what I said? If not, ask the dread.
He got a can and that's bad...similar to the one that I got from my own dad.

Refrain 4x
Lord Jamar:
Your punk ass'll be grass quick fast like my name was flash
when a nigga try and rob me for my cash.
You thought you had a sweet vic, a nice pick,
but you didn't anticipate that I might be sick.
Now who's the trick, cuz I'm not a up. (No, no-no-no!)
I always do the fuckin', just might do the buckin'.
I leave my Nikes stuck in your rectum, till you learn
Brand Nubian, yo, you gotta respect 'em.
Dissect 'em, yo, our word is bond regardless.
To my what, and do the Puma strut.
So step the fuck off, before I punch you in your face,
with the mothafuckin' bass!
Then you're gonna taste blood in your mouth, it's gonna flood south
to the ground, and you're gonna know I don't fuck around.
So if you think you had two soft newjacks,
we're gonna have to off you with a few cracks
to the jaw and you won't pop that shit no more.
Explainin' to your friends why you're layin' on the floor.
Did you want some more? I didn't think so.
Just got whipped like a faggot in the clink, so
I suggest you take your bloody mess and find a piece of wire,
fix your broken jaw, then it's time to retire.
Lord Jamar will live long, cuz I give strong blows the heads of my foes.
Dread flows, gives me power as it grows.
Watch how rass-cladda you catch the speed knot,
heed not, and hell will be your home,
Lord Jamar, Sadat, as we swell your dome.

Refrain 4x

Intro/Chorus: (x2)

"Word is bond, we got it goin on
"C'mon throw ya hands in the air
Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
in the air, in the air
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
C'mon throw ya hands in the air
Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot"
in the air, in the air"

Verse One: Lord Jamar, Sadat X

Whenever ya hear the piece of the track, peace to the black
peeps on the streets with the beats in the jeeps
Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law
It's the G-O-D, my delivery is C-O-D
Word is bond and bond is life
We got it goin on tonight, don't nobody wanna fight
they wanna see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke
Utilisin the effects of the smoke

More cash to smash to make the blunt last
Fill it with hash til it pass, don't even ask in the Flat'
Put ass in a grip, flags is half-mast
Somebody must've passed, we're makin your ass drip into the stands
Fold my cash at last, my task to teach the class
and receive somethin more than brass is a blast
Make a brother work hard, long and fast......

Chorus (x2)

Verse Two: Lord Jamar, Sadat X

Dreadlock, I send a rock from my block
Clock wax like crack, samplin from old stacks
That's where the soul's at, in this whole rap universe
We kick the funky tunes with a burst
Sun, moon and star, *?Sunbumba?* Jamar
To get me in the flow, now I'm read' to go
Set to show, everybody in the party that we're nice
wit out sippin on Bacardi and ice

The southpaw, ask your ma, I be the shinin star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are
I'll rape the tape, drop along in interstate
wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate
And by fakin I'll avoid the court date, no legal aid
Everything's paid, while courts are tyraid
If the money ain't made, talkin millions
but spendin penny's and gettin cheap shoes from Kenny's

Chorus

Verse Three: Lord Jamar, Sadat X

Now let's take time out to say peace to the GODs (PEACE)
Bust how I release cos this beat is hard
We be the squad from raw-taught to rule
Take a thought to the top now I drop the jewel

I push the Cadillac DeVille and still we real
I drive a garbage truck and not give a ........
I need to earn a buck four-a-year
I'm thru with buyin wild gear
Just somethin I can wear, somethin fly when I'm there

Well now we're here to take the gold and the cash 'fore the bill fold
I told their ass to chill and they're still cold
Frozen cos they're not amongst the chosen one
Sun shines like a beacon, similar to Howard Speake

As I receive the mic for the last time, I clear up your past crime
All felonies can go, as long as you know
Brand Nubian will stand, without the use of a band
We always work with a plan

Chorus (x2)

Yeah, yeah, fo' your mind
Hmmmright, let's see what we can come up with
Record after record, yeaaah, rhyme after rhyme check it

[Sadat X]
In the studio, on the first try
On the verse high only birds fly
You get out the pack like that y'all
Straight off da head (what?), let niggas know I use to wear the pro
Get three strikes yo, I used to have to court awarder
but now I got a daughter and she gotta grow
And I let her know that that ain't the way to go
My name is X, yo I'm like a puzzle when I get released
Just like I had my muzzle off, check it out yo
I can never be sold
You don't stop (and you don't quit) and you don't stop
(We're makin hit after hit after hit y'all) Ya don't stop

[Lord Jamar]
Comin straight off da head one time it's the dread Lord J
Come around the way, would you say?
One time with my crew, manifessin
Just like that, now who you think you tessin? Uhh
Brand Nubian, my crew be in effect, uhh
Get erect with the blunts and ya check
right in, one time, goin to the bank, I'm
cashin, and you know I be stashin
in the mattress, one time with the phatness
beats, I be blowin up, showin up
at shows, checkin all the hoes
Just like that and defeatin all my foes
Go for jack

[Sadat X]
Yo my name is X, yo my name is X and I was born in
the BX, I went to New Rochelle
Know my man Mark the Spark who live in the Vernon
And my man be they rhythm, dwell in Bronxdale, in the home of the
boss, goin down the block or go to forest
Keep on goin past Morris High School
Then I go down the street to Courtland Ave.
Vietnam, the male goes in Jackson
Over the bridge, on 45th to 8th Ave.
Go to 7th Ave., go to Polo Grounds
Go to Drewham, 1-0-6 all the way to 1-10
Black Puerto Rican and Dominican, check it out

[Lord Jamar]
Uhh, we're gonna show you how we live, take you straight across the bridge
to Medina where the GODs is meaner, wisdom is cleaner
Straight down on Flatbush Ave.
Some of the streets in Brooklyn'll make you laugh
Names like Myrtle and Willoughby
Things like Scurmerhorn and Classun
and funny names like that but still they got the gats rollin
Just like that that's how we be strollin
Maestro Manny and my man Big Ill, we fill blunts
Just like that we kill stunts
Guts, and what'cha want like that, we got nuts
Just like that cos it's phat, uhhh

[Sadat X]
Check it out, yeah (Like that, ya don't stop)
And I keep on goin, I keep on goin (Just like that ya don't stop)
My head keep goin on
Rob deep from mackadocious, your cut be close
With the one blade, ever since the first grade
I been a fan of the rap and I can do this
I use to watch and listen, and watch the ol' time greats
and watch em how they did things and I learned it well
I rip in New Rochelle, that's where I dwell (Uhh)
Check it out, my name is X, yo my man Mark the Spark's with me
My man Serge got the urge to splurge, he came from Cleveland
All the way from Ohio, he's gonna letcha know
can you deal with his flow, yo yo?

[Lord Jamar]
Aiyo, peace to the GODs, peace to the Earth
Peace to the birth of me and my seed Khari
It's like that in effect one time, and I'm
the black man, intelligent with the plan
Islam be the bomb, droppin on the devils
Goin to a higher level
Peace to Farrakhan and the Nation like that
Creation is black, one time, that's a fact
Original solar, I'm Lord Jamar, yes I be the
intelligent one, I be the sun shinin
Like the light in the night, but still I be bright
One time, now I recite the lessons for ya
one time, messin for ya or
check it out, without a doubt
Peace to the GODs, sincere, makin it clear
Peace to Tamiq, yeah that's the language we speak
Peace to Knowledge, he didn't go to college
but still he got the supreme mind

Intro/Chorus: Laura Alfored

Seem all the fellas understand what it feel
cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real
*repeat*

Verse One: Lord Jamar

It's time to blow up the spot, anything you was in, you're thru the roof
All the jams we done been thru is proof
We blend truth, with mathematics doin acrobatics over beats
The sound dramatic when it played in Landrover jeeps
I know my peeps is in the front of the stage
smokin blunts with the strokin stunts, ready to set it
when the word is given, I know you heard how we was livin
Never takin no shit, just stayin clever and makin the hits
Shakin the tits of the honeys when they jump
Makin money's what we bump cos slumps is for chumps
and we pumps, worldwide, girls slide backstage
Lookin for a free ride, legs divide at a young age
Lord Jamar is like Jesus, speakin in parables
and to devil's is cemarable
to see this, but they ain't got no choice
No escapin the penetration of the voice

Chorus (x2)

Verse Two: Sadat X

And I watched and I watched and I watched then I looked
The X is like no other who can drop it in the rain
I'm not that high, so give me back my lighter
Stage right in the party at night, I'm in the shadows
Thinkin bout returnin to the spotlight
The X is top flight, ESPN highlight
From, throughout the rhythm, I give em what I give em
Oil slickness on that ass like *?Ewin?*
I know what I'm doin, leave your whole town ruined
Brand Nubian, the name alone stands
Overseas fans be shoutin different accents
So hence the black prince from 2-0
Soft-spoken but my words comprehended by the herds
Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase
All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays
Cos the X is like the master of the phrase.....

Chorus: Laura Alfored

Seem all the fellas understand what you feel
cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real
*repeat x3*

Verse Three: Sadat X, Lord Jamar

I want the mic in the clutch
cos it's too cold to hold, and too hot to touch
I'm like the thoroughbred searchin for cheese
You can't cut off the head of a fatal disease

MC's freeze at thirty-two degrees below
Justice served, now watch us bust this herd
in the head with another jam set by the brother man
Letters for the other man, understand

Chorus: Laura Alfored

Seem all the fellas understand what you feel
cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real
*repeat 3X*

Intro: Sadat X

Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, straight from the wilds of The Bronx, it's Buckwild, y'knowI'msayin?
And that kid Sadat X born king, doin my thing
KnowI'msayin? I let'cha know how it is in my lifestyle everyday

Verse One: Sadat X

Lately yo, I been walkin tightropes
It's an adventure everyday as I walk down the block
Quiet baldhead is like a bad motherfucker
All charged up from Madison Ave.
I'm up on the stage if you read the front page
Give me the ol' school mic wiv a cord
I'll stand on the table, give a fuck about a label
Now, we all can't brawl, we all can't brawl
It'll be your downfall when you're goin like this
Is it the cash or the hash from my stash that compells you?
Gas kids throw me but my crew bring me back
They stay on my back so I don't act like alladat

Hook: Busta Rhymes

Now all these niggas carry on like they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat
Now all these niggas carry on when they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat

Verse Two: Sadat X

Late one night, 55th outpost
Chickenhead watchin to see who she can catch
She got a man, I can tell cos the action in her eyes
ain't nervous, a young sassy thing
She call me a playa, standin on the corner wiv her whole dime crew
I'm ridin down the block wiv her girlfriend
In the next nigga's car, lookin like a star
Shades, blackness, packed his whole damn frame
Ya got to be down to *?starts?* about the booty
Cos Sonny Lamb packs the wham
It's all good, yeah it's all good
See it attracts kids that are sweater
A nigga like me'll be the first to forgetta
So now she all mad, bringin drama to the crib
Go ahead, chickenhead, wit the funk
You get played like trash if you act like you'd always have and you always
will
Chickenheads is only good for a thrill

Hook: Busta Rhymes

Yo yo, yo they think they alladat, they think they alladat
All these bitches carry on when they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat

Verse Three: Sadat X

Now my cheques jam and I waited all damn week
And if I flip em the bad guy, you wonder why
When the corner officers and nobody can call me back
and everybody claims to know nothin
And these is the peoples that's down wit me
supposedly, lays on my side, yeah right
They let a nigga die in the night if you let em
You can get wild, flip, go grab the mask
But it damn sure slow-up the cash cos I know
ya be a menace to society, still waitin for the dough
The thinkin man is the one with the plan
Plant his seeds first then be ready to burst
It's like that, huh? My name is X from the hot blocks of Harlem
Take it personally when you try to stop my stardom
Use to be mild, find myself gettin wild
Got to slow down for my girl and my child
Cos I love life and I gots ta live it
and everytime I get on stage I'ma move sometin
And you can never say the X didn't hit'cha
Aiyo, I put it on ya, but first I warn ya
This ain't no average skit, this is a hit
More than you hit, better than your best shit
better than your man's shit, better than his cousin's shit
better than your whole block, buck once and then ya come wit that nons....

Interlude: Sadat X talking

Aight, hey Buck, when you bring what you bring to the game and when I bring
what I bring to the game, it's dangerous that I can't even call it. But we
gonna end it off like this, y'knowI'msayin? On some Bronx town shit, check
it out

Verse Four: Sadat X

The big X has spoken, courtesy of Buck
A Bronx hoe-down similar to the showdown
Won't you place a bet on ya man
You know my style and you know where I stand
I'ma leave you on wit the real for right now
Peace to Brand Nubian, Now Rule and Buckwild
But right now, peep the master of the headnod
Hit New York harder and smarter, thieves attack, now stay back
Tainted styles don't pass the grade
A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave
A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave
A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave

Hook: Busta Rhymes

Yo, all these niggas think they hard when they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat
All these bitches act like sluts when they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat
Now all these fraud niggas are bitches when they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat
Fuck dem niggas out there who think they alladat
They think they alladat, they thunk they alladat

Fuck dem niggas, fuck dem bitches
Fuck dem fraud ass, motherfuckers
Fake ass niggas
HAH!

[Lord Jamar]
First up it's the nuts up, what's up
to the niggas from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene
Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team
Just freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of MCs
If you're wack we got the right to seize
He's black like Ultra, know your culture
Motherfuckers don't know so they won't grow
Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick
Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get
or how rigid, niggas still get it
I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures
In my third eye, know you heard I
study math like a mathmatician
See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the GODs from the town
of the Rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down Serge

[Serge]
You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin
from another dimension, did I mention
that funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas
Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship
But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop
Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop
Goin all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate
On a mission from Cleveland, ridin it from outta state
So ready yourself because it's on full scale
I heard some put Jamar to bail down to New Rochelle
Now Rule, that's where we scheme and we plot
On the late night, blunted in the basement with Sadat
And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come
sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum
And Serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight
Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite

[Maestro Manny]
I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one
*?I'll bad bad and I'll run?*
Original Flatbush style, and solo jam
like BEEP Han Solo man
Yes-a, Mr.Intellect-And-Sex in the flesh
I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest
Maestro Manny one verse, time come in
My ??? ??? scab when they go flurry
You don't concern me, your style can't burn me
You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie
My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins
After Thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin
I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch your murder flexin
Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion
6' 1", two weaves and cocked diesel
You can see that hair is curly, ain't no fuckin up like ???
SEE!!!!

*Interlude*

[Snagglepuss]
When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt
Even the hard niggas will be yellin "That's enough"
But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up
Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up
Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season
So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf
You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the last kid
His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards
In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin
I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin
So bring all the flunkies you roll with
So when I set it on your ache, you all be like "Oh shit!"
You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow
I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor
This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in
So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion

[Sadat X]
Feel the wind blow thru your hair
My aim is square on your backbone
You're home alone and your mom work the double shift
Just enough time for me to hit that off
"Bounce on a nigga" said my man Wop
Peace to the squad, One-Eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it
I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street
on some casual shit, even my kid could flip
Hear me on the wop tape BAM!! HIT EM
Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it
Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin
Peace to Courtland Ave., Teepee wheelnose in
Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word
My man Joon with the 'erb to the moon
Eh Shawn Black, nigga, where ya at?
No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema
This is X and I'm straight from the Rule

Intro/Chorus:

Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, wet a whole click full of suckers (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, if I flip then I'm gonna fuck it (Wet em up!)
*repeat*

Verse One: Sadat X

For the next couple of seconds or however long it takes
I'ma hit y'all with somethin far below Christ or nothin
Couldn't get a better deal if this was Vegas
Ain't no cards on the table, just a bottle of Black Label
and a picture of your girl who I said was sweatin bullets
Reach for it, pull it, or we'll always have beef
You'll be scared to walk the streets, sweatin up your sheets
You bought a ticket to Jamaica, I caught you at the airport
Blood spilled on your dome, which funeral dome is da
one preferred, all expenses occurred
to the one who sweats the bullet, slugs, thugs and drugs
Or whoever bring it better be able to sing it
Cos the song of a dead man's a sad one
And a family without a son is a mad one
Sweatin bullets and I know you love your family
but Money you can't scare me or when I'm feelin *?melly?*
You could get over but I'ma bring ya back down
Play ya like a clown, from the brother's ringling
Your spine is tinglin, you can't feel your legs
"Will I ever walk to the doctor?" you begs
The hot one shattered your spinal vertebrae
Remember that shit that you said the other day
They gotcha style with the dead arm
Take the dead aim and flash your name

Chorus

Verse Two: Lord Jamar

I'm sweatin motherfuckers like Jack LeLaine, I packs the pain
I'll rack your brain, leave you in a sack wit your name
hangin from your toe as I'm bangin your hoe
She'll be slangin pussy down in Magic City, bringin me doe
If you don't know it's Lord Jamar from the Nubian set
No matter who the fuck you are we're puttin down the sweat
Servin heat on a motherfucker's street
Bullets be dripped whiles a motherfucker trippin
You'll never catch me slippin cos I got my rubber soles
The devils make me sick, I'd love to fill em full of holes
Kill em all in the daytime, broad motherfuckin daylight
12 o'clock, grab the Glock while waitin for the night
We sweatin motherfuckin bullets, and if we break a sweat
that means we'll make ya wet
I'll take your life and jet back to some place cooler
Now Ruler is where my burner gets the fueler
If niggas wanna do I got the hollow point teflon
The kind niggas will vest then get laid to rest on
So niggas bring your best on but I suggest you invest on
a burial plot cos shit is gettin hot, we're sweatin bullets

Chorus

'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god'

[Lord Jamar]

You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed
After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils
Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart
Now brothers talk shit and can't back it
That's why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket
Peel his cap once cos I know it's all it takes
Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (BLAST)
Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try
the muthaphuckin G-to the O-to the D
I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy
but ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission
to get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya can't stops me
Now tell me is there anybody else
before I put my AK back on the shelf
Cos I put in work like Job Corps
Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for
their life by a knife or a gun
So when ya see me comin, nigga, run

'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god'
*repeat*

[Sadat X]

Somebody's dead, a whole crowd formed
The cops ain't even come yet, Money's dead in the street
Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin
Six girls cryin wild cos Money had a child
A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick
Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket
And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints
My Moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama
I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends
She says they strictly fuckin, I could get away from buckin
She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere
and sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't heard
Tell my Moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to stay
My crew I'm believin so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel
and my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set it off
And if I choose, who's somebody might die
and if they don't die, they won't be able to walk
Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy talk
'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god'

'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god'
*repeat*

[Lord Jamar]

Well hey muthaphuckaz, it's the dread with the 9
Lead to the head of you devils, now it's bedtime
I said I'm not the nigga to be playin out
I'll leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit and you'll get licked
Get hit by a dread who's fed with the nonsense
Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame juice
Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name loose
Some silly goose, we be down on the subway
He gets no love cos he's rubbin me the wrong way
Disrespectin, infect the masses
So I elect to come direct and disect some asses
My nigga passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat
Now you shut your fuckin trap cos you was who I's fuckin at
I got you suckin at the chrome like a nipple
The only way your ass is goin home is as a cripple

[Sadat X]

And then I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst
Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up they moms
Ran and got the arms, from under the mattress
My little man Satan got somethin in his jacket
Let me get to work and I'll release the swarm
My man mean a lot these days
I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me well
Bring it to em X, and we'll take the weight
Run and get the Mac from the Park Ave. location
Bronx location, wit a extra bag of clips
Plus I want it tight and I don't play that much
So I'll have all the reefer and set up all the stock
And everybody's fuckin, yo Money, she wasn't great
You just got mad, ya girl got videotape
So save the noise, niggas, cos I can't hear
'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god'

'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka'
'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god'
*repeat x3*

Verse One: Lord Jamar

7 in the mornin, they kickin down my momma's door
Now tell me what is this motherfuckin drama for?
Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress?
Then they put the Glock to my chest
Best think 'fore I twitch or I'm popped
off to the clink with this bitch ass cop
They gotta nigga locked like the dread on my head, jack
And if I try to fight back, well then I'm dead, black
I got the right to an attorney and to stay silent
They got the right to try to burn me if I play violent
I know the game so I just roll with the procedure
Illegal search and seizure, somethin that they're doin at their leisure
Down at the station, interrogation is takin place
Overcrowded jails but for me they're makin space
Tell the devil to his face he can suck my dick
It's the whole black race that they're fuckin with
Come to find my crime was lettin brothers know the time
Only the devil is stoppin me from eatin swine
And plus my prior record sealed my fate
One For All and In God We Trust got me sent upstate
But still I won't bite my tongue
I just write tight shit to incite the young, to fight the one
who keeps them on a level that's minimum
That's the number one reason

Chorus: (sample of Luther Ingram's "I'm Tryin To Sing A Message To You")

(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
*repeat*

Verse Two: Sadat X

I was frustrated, I can't do no more push-ups
Niggas be swole up, locked down cos of a hold-up
"The devil made me do it" is what I say
Got some bad news on my one phone call the other day
"I love the kids and I teach em to love their father
I'll get you some kicks and try to send some flicks
but it's over, baby, yes it's over"
Ain't much you can do when you're holdin a phone
A million inmates but ya still alone
You're not cryin but inside ya dyin
You might cry in the night when ya safe and outta sight
Damn I miss my peeps and the rides in the jeeps
and my, casual freedom, where's my crew when I need em?
A visit ain't the same like being in the game
but I'll take it, at least with that I'll make it
The beast is a bitch and I see it
I do the knowledge to em, so next time I can do em
"Yo X, I got ta lock it now but write me real soon
I know that you're a busy man, give me a minute"
You can never know the penal til you been locked the fuck up in it

Chorus:

This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
(*They claimin I'm a criminal*) (x12)

(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
*repeat to fade*

Well, there's mad gangs, but only one got control
Wherever they roam, from north pole to south pole
Ice cold with a vice hold on all crime
They gettin paid even if they shit is small time
All your dimes'll get took, yo watch them sling (?) them things
cause they nothin but a gang of crooks
Things look like they'll be here for a while
Momi and Daddy better fear for they chile
Cause they style is not just makin a fast chickens (?)
They also into murder and ass kickin
distortion and kidnappin, the kid is black
handsome ransome they just get you your kid back
But either way they gonna make a loot
If they keep the kid he's gonna do a bit as a prostitute
Owin freak (?) for some T. A. N. G. (?)
From six to sixty-six they count us catchin thick (?)
Shit sticks in your mind
Make a nigger wanna go out and fight crime
I write rhymes as an answer to they gang size
If they wanna jack your car you can sang mines

Gang bang Gang bang
Police ain't nothing but a gang #4

Date rapes, got the shakes since the first of the month
So you gotta play, the cheque cash close (?)
You know you gotta make up that loss
So when the cut was butt (?) and the work was dirt
A whole baggage fucked up ?), you know you're de man.
You gotta head him off, if you still want the block
So he can look the other way, if he catch you with the glock.
All de cook up, he might give you the hook up (?).
So you don't get moves downtown in the tombs
New gang member, he's a rookie and his wid extortion (?)
He got a wife and his daughter wanna a pony
his man's a Columbian
and they both got they hands in the soup
And you gotta hit off your group
Niggers to be outside til like four in the mornin
niggers with the toast so when the gang get too close
Naw a gang don't play by the rules and they up they demands
Gotta grease mo hands, gotta get mo work
Gotta get more weight, gotta stay up late
And travel out of state, hey fuck the gang fucks nothin
niggers are bluffin, as they snatch you for the kidnap they don+t even
show
Got fucked in the ass, so now who's the hoe
Gang 88 (?), mo kinds of dicks, don't give a fuck about the brothers,
As long as they get they cash, News flash
These kids is the worst, if you see 'em
Then you better hit em first,
Don't shoot til you see the whites of they eyes
Hands and thighs, they might front and sell ya been pies (?)
Black man, don't trust those lies
Cause the gangs is a bunch of dicks

Gang bang Gang bang
Police ain't nothing but a gang #4

This song is dedicated to all the original gangsters out there
You know what I+m sayin NRPD, NYPD, LAPD, state troopers
and all the Pds in Queens, FBI, CIA, DEA, TNT, ATN, INS, FEMA, Interpol,
National Guard,
Coast Guard, Army, Navy, Airforce, Marines, Secret Service, and all the
rest of the
motherfuckin hogs out there rollin in the mud

Intro:

Y'all niggas hurry up. Go in there, buck them niggas and get the fuck out,
don't be playin, dogg playin, yahearwhutI'msayin? Kill them niggas and get
the fuck back so we can stay ballin, we'll be chillin right here
"Eh nigga, I wanna know if you're ready to do this shit? You ready to do
this shit or what, motherfucker? And don't be actin like no pussy when we
get the fuck out, man"
"Is you down, nigga?" ---> O-Dog

[Lord Jamar]
Well if you're down say you're down, if you're scared, say you scared
This is the real, don't fuck around and come unprepared
or you might lose your life on the mean streets
Middle of the night when the motherfuckin fiends meet
Hold your grip tight yo, don't let it slip
You gotta keep your tool for the fools that wanna trip
And if they wanna trip, send em on a vacation
All expenses paid for a devil's cremation
Can't be no contemplation, cos if he busts first you're gettin burst, uhh
Layin on your back, I guess what I'm sayin, black, is that
if you ain't down then don't fuck around
"Is you down, nigga?" Cos the shit gets thick in my town
This ain't a TV show or a song from the radio
Murder on the streets, yo, is at a high ratio
So it ain't no time for playin
You takes the 9 and I'ma be sprayin
Now what the fuck's this look in your eye? You're lookin nervous, nigga
Earlier tonight you was all ready to service, nigga
Now your trigger ain't got no itch
You're attitude switch like a motherfuckin bitch
I can see thru your expression that you're vessin
Feelin crazy pet, lookin like you wanna jet
But now the shit is obvious, you just can't deal
I gotta find another nigga down for the real, "Is you down, nigga?"
Are you down for the real?

[Sadat X]
Real lifestyle's where niggas run wild
Day after day the product line is a mile
A nigga got his eye aimed on what's mines
I gots ta lay low cos my PO is thorough
He keep checkin every borough cos my address pad is thick
Niggas be actin wild cos they girl be on my dick
This kid downtown don't like me, he say he want me dead
He even put up cash and put a price on my head
At first I can't sweat it but my little man got hit
We had a lotta thrills but now he's buried in the catskills
Rumour has it, that bein with me's a target
My crew go less and less and I resort to wearin a vest
Ain't got no type of fans, just me and my mans
We be drawin up plans that include the use of guns
Try to stay alive so we can spare no use of funds
A month or two blows, a whole year blows
Are we still on our toes as we guzzle all the Moet?
Two drunken poets as the first shots hit
My man don't duck quick and gets hit in the chest
I just got nicked cos I had on the vest
Now I'm dashin, cars in the garage
Run past the Path'. run past the Dodge
Rumble for the keys, made it to my shit
The AK can spray now niggas is gettin hit, "Is you down, nigga?"
Are you down for the real?

Chorus:

Are you down for the real, motherfuckers?, "Is you down, nigga?"
Are you down for the real..............? , "Is you down, nigga?"
Now are you down with the real ass niggas? , "Is you down, nigga?"
Now tell me if you're down for the real? , "Is you down, nigga?"
*repeat*

"Is you down, nigga?" (x10)

"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate" ---> Scarface
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" (x4)

[Lord Jamar]
Well it's the Lord J lightin up more shit than Broadway
and Times Square wit nuff rhymes for your air
Crimes appear to have no motive, I wrote a
shit I seen on the street now y'all fiend for the beat
like a crackhead but this black dread don't sell drugs
although I dwell with the, thugs
New Rochelle bust slugs from the tool in the Rule
Leavin devils mugs in a blood pool
Just like mud makes fossil fuels, colossal be the jewels I drop
The way I schools this thru hip-hop
I rip shop like shit was made of paper mache
My shape was tip-top and it can be no greater display
I pray today and see the devil takin off the Earth
But I'm lay it, keep on makin shit for what it's worth
A butter verse over a beat that's pancake fat
Niggas know it's like that and it's like that

"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate"

[Lord Jamar]
Now this is for my niggas who ain't fuckin with the system
Tired of arrest, doin the best to try to dick em up the ass
with no grease, the fuckin police gots ta go
Niggas feel the same from Maine to Chicago
California to New York, gotta warn ya bout the pork
Baby, on a fuckin hawk
Lookin for a nigga so they can dig another grave
My big brother was a slave but I'm like Nat Turner with two burners
Bustin back cos I'm black
Now you learn a lesson on how to act
Messin with original seed'll cause you to bleed
Broke the universal laws now we're smokin yours
Provoke cause the effect, and effective immediately
we're gonna wreck shit repeatedly
I ain't goin out wit out retaliatin, I got my niggas in the alley waitin
Ready to bring the heat to Satan
where he lives, there he is, handle your biz
His mantle is wigged, you watch the pig squeel
Ain't no big deal, far better worse was done to us
It's time he run from us, nigga grab your gun and bust

"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate"

[Lord Jamar]
Hypnotic, psychotic, women have erotic thoughts of me
Devils wanna torture me
They'd like to string me up round my neck from a tree
simply for the fact I'm a real motherfuckin G-O-to the D
Niggas know me for speakin on the reals
Freakin in my wheels with the cops on my heels
He drops when I peels his cap with the real rap
Thinkin bout takin me out, I can't feel that

"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate"

Outro: (*some dread toastin*)

"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"

[Lord Jamar]
Once again it's the dread and the bald head
Won't be satisfied til the devil's I see em all dead
Layin in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin
Do you think a nigga forgot? Matter fact
my trigger's hot, you blink you gettin shot
And if the weather's hot, your body's gonna stink when it rot
Lord J got the arms, Sadat got the bombs
We don't feel shit, you cried a hit on ya moms
Now leave the bloody bitch in a ditch
Get'cha pretty penny if the mother of my enemy
My brother's sendin me four bursts from down south
And for the lies you told, I'ma buck you in the mouth
Now what the fuck's this all about?

[Sadat X]
Everybody gotta weapon
Who's gonna let burst the first shot? Hmm, I thought not
Feel the battle, tell Darryl that his first-born is dead
Shot in the back by the task force
I'm mistakin your face in a similar face
Got em murdered
much like how the buffalo is herded by the pale face
who threw some game on the Indian, who got jerked for New York
You better walk, got caught then wear your vest
We might throw somethin that's hollow
Brand Nubian ain't never been the ones, to follow nobody
We gotta lotta arms but I like to pump the shotty

Hook: (x3)

Now what the fuck's this all about?

[Lord Jamar]
It's all about brothers risin up, wisin up
Sizin up a situation, but gettin fit within the nation
No deviation, a straight pathways down my wrath
I sing sounds of math on behalf
of the Gods and the Earths, birthplace in space
You be fuckin with my turf when you be fuckin with my race
Now face, your maker and take your last breath
The time is half past death
now what the fuck's this all about?

[Sadat X]
If you're less than a man, in my eyes
then your head's off, and I'ma set off the wheels
Motherfuck the baby seals or savin the whales
All the crack sells, it's the armageddon
............... so cancel the wettin
Go in the garage, find that old camouflage
blend in like a mirage and explode
Take nothin lightly, crackers shootin nightly
Cos I don't need nobody that's gon' shoot me in the back
Black people show 'n' act and when they front, that's wack

Hook (x6)

[Starr]
I'll keep, holding on
I'll keep, holding on!

[Lord Jamar]
Young black male, twenty-five years of age
Many-a-lives didn't survive to this stage
Cause the rage of another brother got him popped
Shot him and he dropped, like a beanbag
Mean motherfucker with a rag and some jeans that sag
They signify your death by crossin out your tag
Then they go and brag that they took another life
Never to think, do a brother got a mother and a wife?
Trife when a nigga do the work of the Klan
That's what you're doin when you ruin the life of a black man
Attack plan on self
The man's got the family jewels, so I guess we're buryin wealth
All because we've been taught to despise what's black
Open your eyes you oughta realize the fact
That you've been gettin used like a trick
You think you're mighty, but yo, whitey got your head sick
See you were fed thick pieces of swine as a baby

It only help to drive your mind crazy
Now your blind days be over
No more standin on line, tryin to find Jehovah
Let us rewind to a time we was right and just
Nowadays we just fight and bust
One another in the back over crack, a carjack
Will get you killed, watch the blood get spilled
To the scale, then watch how fast they build the jail
Now they got you holdin on to a cell, well...

[Starr]
I'll keep, holdin on
I'll keep, holdin on!!
I'll keep, holdin on
I'll keep, holdin on!!

[Sadat X]
Why it gotta be me B? I just came to chill
Came to see the flicks, nuttin more nuttin less
Try to show love even on a bad day
I roll up, I'm never hold up, the L is swoll up
The beef in the mind is definitely a winner
Oh that's that rappin nigga, I thought he was much bigger
Do you know this girl named nah B I don't know nothin
Did that name-game shit right from the go get
Shorty want an autograph, can I sign it at the end
Oh I think I'm all of that now, so now it's fuck Brand Nubian
Should I call you a bitch, or should I maintain?
I'm just here with my lady, and you came witcha man
This would force him to front, and I'm sure he don't want it
Over some old bullshit, when I'm quick to pull shit
Live dad, everything is everything
I got a lotta shit to do I can't afford to catch a charge
I'm a product of the streets, and I couldn't make no peace
All the real hard shit I know, is on the down low
Straight for real estate, on a scale I place your fate
Now I'ma let you skate, you was a little weeded
And I seen you don't need it
So hold on with your bad self...

[Starr]
I'll keep, holdin on
I'll keep, holdin on!!
I gotta hold on!
I'll keep, holdin on
My word is bond, I gotta be strong
I'll keep, holdin on!!
And keep holdin on, yeah
Ya see life's gettin rough but I gotta hold on
All these little suckers want me alone
Yeah, yeah, yeahhh!!
Ya see life's gettin rough but I gotta hold on
All these little suckers want me alone
Yeah, they want me alone
Yeah, yeah yeah
But I gotta hold on
Because my word is bon
And it's on and on, on and on, on and on
On ya...
I gotta hold on
Yeah yeah yeahhhh yeah yeahhh yeahhh
Ohhhhh yeahh yeahh yeah
Yeahh!
*fades*

Intro/Chorus: (x2)

"Word is bond, we got it goin on
"C'mon throw ya hands in the air
Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
in the air, in the air
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
C'mon throw ya hands in the air
Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot"
in the air, in the air"

Verse One: Lord Jamar, Sadat X

Whenever ya hear the piece of the track, peace to the black
peeps on the streets with the beats in the jeeps
Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law
It's the G-O-D, my delivery is C-O-D
Word is bond and bond is life
We got it goin on tonight, don't nobody wanna fight
they wanna see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke
Utilisin the effects of the smoke

More cash to smash to make the blunt last
Fill it with hash til it pass, don't even ask in the Flat'
Put ass in a grip, flags is half-mast
Somebody must've passed, we're makin your ass drip into the stands
Fold my cash at last, my task to teach the class
and receive somethin more than brass is a blast
Make a brother work hard, long and fast......

Chorus (x2)

Verse Two: Lord Jamar, Sadat X

Dreadlock, I send a rock from my block
Clock wax like crack, samplin from old stacks
That's where the soul's at, in this whole rap universe
We kick the funky tunes with a burst
Sun, moon and star, *?Sunbumba?* Jamar
To get me in the flow, now I'm read' to go
Set to show, everybody in the party that we're nice
wit out sippin on Bacardi and ice

The southpaw, ask your ma, I be the shinin star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are
I'll rape the tape, drop along in interstate
wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate
And by fakin I'll avoid the court date, no legal aid
Everything's paid, while courts are tyraid
If the money ain't made, talkin millions
but spendin penny's and gettin cheap shoes from Kenny's

Chorus

Verse Three: Lord Jamar, Sadat X

Now let's take time out to say peace to the GODs (PEACE)
Bust how I release cos this beat is hard
We be the squad from raw-taught to rule
Take a thought to the top now I drop the jewel

I push the Cadillac DeVille and still we real
I drive a garbage truck and not give a ........
I need to earn a buck four-a-year
I'm thru with buyin wild gear
Just somethin I can wear, somethin fly when I'm there

Well now we're here to take the gold and the cash 'fore the bill fold
I told their ass to chill and they're still cold
Frozen cos they're not amongst the chosen one
Sun shines like a beacon, similar to Howard Speake

As I receive the mic for the last time, I clear up your past crime
All felonies can go, as long as you know
Brand Nubian will stand, without the use of a band
We always work with a plan

Chorus (x2)

Yeah, yeah, fo' your mind
Hmmmright, let's see what we can come up with
Record after record, yeaaah, rhyme after rhyme check it

[Sadat X]
In the studio, on the first try
On the verse high only birds fly
You get out the pack like that y'all
Straight off da head (what?), let niggas know I use to wear the pro
Get three strikes yo, I used to have to court awarder
but now I got a daughter and she gotta grow
And I let her know that that ain't the way to go
My name is X, yo I'm like a puzzle when I get released
Just like I had my muzzle off, check it out yo
I can never be sold
You don't stop (and you don't quit) and you don't stop
(We're makin hit after hit after hit y'all) Ya don't stop

[Lord Jamar]
Comin straight off da head one time it's the dread Lord J
Come around the way, would you say?
One time with my crew, manifessin
Just like that, now who you think you tessin? Uhh
Brand Nubian, my crew be in effect, uhh
Get erect with the blunts and ya check
right in, one time, goin to the bank, I'm
cashin, and you know I be stashin
in the mattress, one time with the phatness
beats, I be blowin up, showin up
at shows, checkin all the hoes
Just like that and defeatin all my foes
Go for jack

[Sadat X]
Yo my name is X, yo my name is X and I was born in
the BX, I went to New Rochelle
Know my man Mark the Spark who live in the Vernon
And my man be they rhythm, dwell in Bronxdale, in the home of the
boss, goin down the block or go to forest
Keep on goin past Morris High School
Then I go down the street to Courtland Ave.
Vietnam, the male goes in Jackson
Over the bridge, on 45th to 8th Ave.
Go to 7th Ave., go to Polo Grounds
Go to Drewham, 1-0-6 all the way to 1-10
Black Puerto Rican and Dominican, check it out

[Lord Jamar]
Uhh, we're gonna show you how we live, take you straight across the bridge
to Medina where the GODs is meaner, wisdom is cleaner
Straight down on Flatbush Ave.
Some of the streets in Brooklyn'll make you laugh
Names like Myrtle and Willoughby
Things like Scurmerhorn and Classun
and funny names like that but still they got the gats rollin
Just like that that's how we be strollin
Maestro Manny and my man Big Ill, we fill blunts
Just like that we kill stunts
Guts, and what'cha want like that, we got nuts
Just like that cos it's phat, uhhh

[Sadat X]
Check it out, yeah (Like that, ya don't stop)
And I keep on goin, I keep on goin (Just like that ya don't stop)
My head keep goin on
Rob deep from mackadocious, your cut be close
With the one blade, ever since the first grade
I been a fan of the rap and I can do this
I use to watch and listen, and watch the ol' time greats
and watch em how they did things and I learned it well
I rip in New Rochelle, that's where I dwell (Uhh)
Check it out, my name is X, yo my man Mark the Spark's with me
My man Serge got the urge to splurge, he came from Cleveland
All the way from Ohio, he's gonna letcha know
can you deal with his flow, yo yo?

[Lord Jamar]
Aiyo, peace to the GODs, peace to the Earth
Peace to the birth of me and my seed Khari
It's like that in effect one time, and I'm
the black man, intelligent with the plan
Islam be the bomb, droppin on the devils
Goin to a higher level
Peace to Farrakhan and the Nation like that
Creation is black, one time, that's a fact
Original solar, I'm Lord Jamar, yes I be the
intelligent one, I be the sun shinin
Like the light in the night, but still I be bright
One time, now I recite the lessons for ya
one time, messin for ya or
check it out, without a doubt
Peace to the GODs, sincere, makin it clear
Peace to Tamiq, yeah that's the language we speak
Peace to Knowledge, he didn't go to college
but still he got the supreme mind

Intro/Chorus: Laura Alfored

Seem all the fellas understand what it feel
cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real
*repeat*

Verse One: Lord Jamar

It's time to blow up the spot, anything you was in, you're thru the roof
All the jams we done been thru is proof
We blend truth, with mathematics doin acrobatics over beats
The sound dramatic when it played in Landrover jeeps
I know my peeps is in the front of the stage
smokin blunts with the strokin stunts, ready to set it
when the word is given, I know you heard how we was livin
Never takin no shit, just stayin clever and makin the hits
Shakin the tits of the honeys when they jump
Makin money's what we bump cos slumps is for chumps
and we pumps, worldwide, girls slide backstage
Lookin for a free ride, legs divide at a young age
Lord Jamar is like Jesus, speakin in parables
and to devil's is cemarable
to see this, but they ain't got no choice
No escapin the penetration of the voice

Chorus (x2)

Verse Two: Sadat X

And I watched and I watched and I watched then I looked
The X is like no other who can drop it in the rain
I'm not that high, so give me back my lighter
Stage right in the party at night, I'm in the shadows
Thinkin bout returnin to the spotlight
The X is top flight, ESPN highlight
From, throughout the rhythm, I give em what I give em
Oil slickness on that ass like *?Ewin?*
I know what I'm doin, leave your whole town ruined
Brand Nubian, the name alone stands
Overseas fans be shoutin different accents
So hence the black prince from 2-0
Soft-spoken but my words comprehended by the herds
Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase
All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays
Cos the X is like the master of the phrase.....

Chorus: Laura Alfored

Seem all the fellas understand what you feel
cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real
*repeat x3*

Verse Three: Sadat X, Lord Jamar

I want the mic in the clutch
cos it's too cold to hold, and too hot to touch
I'm like the thoroughbred searchin for cheese
You can't cut off the head of a fatal disease

MC's freeze at thirty-two degrees below
Justice served, now watch us bust this herd
in the head with another jam set by the brother man
Letters for the other man, understand

Chorus: Laura Alfored

Seem all the fellas understand what you feel
cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real
*repeat 3X*

Intro: Sadat X

Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, straight from the wilds of The Bronx, it's Buckwild, y'knowI'msayin?
And that kid Sadat X born king, doin my thing
KnowI'msayin? I let'cha know how it is in my lifestyle everyday

Verse One: Sadat X

Lately yo, I been walkin tightropes
It's an adventure everyday as I walk down the block
Quiet baldhead is like a bad motherfucker
All charged up from Madison Ave.
I'm up on the stage if you read the front page
Give me the ol' school mic wiv a cord
I'll stand on the table, give a fuck about a label
Now, we all can't brawl, we all can't brawl
It'll be your downfall when you're goin like this
Is it the cash or the hash from my stash that compells you?
Gas kids throw me but my crew bring me back
They stay on my back so I don't act like alladat

Hook: Busta Rhymes

Now all these niggas carry on like they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat
Now all these niggas carry on when they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat

Verse Two: Sadat X

Late one night, 55th outpost
Chickenhead watchin to see who she can catch
She got a man, I can tell cos the action in her eyes
ain't nervous, a young sassy thing
She call me a playa, standin on the corner wiv her whole dime crew
I'm ridin down the block wiv her girlfriend
In the next nigga's car, lookin like a star
Shades, blackness, packed his whole damn frame
Ya got to be down to *?starts?* about the booty
Cos Sonny Lamb packs the wham
It's all good, yeah it's all good
See it attracts kids that are sweater
A nigga like me'll be the first to forgetta
So now she all mad, bringin drama to the crib
Go ahead, chickenhead, wit the funk
You get played like trash if you act like you'd always have and you always
will
Chickenheads is only good for a thrill

Hook: Busta Rhymes

Yo yo, yo they think they alladat, they think they alladat
All these bitches carry on when they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat

Verse Three: Sadat X

Now my cheques jam and I waited all damn week
And if I flip em the bad guy, you wonder why
When the corner officers and nobody can call me back
and everybody claims to know nothin
And these is the peoples that's down wit me
supposedly, lays on my side, yeah right
They let a nigga die in the night if you let em
You can get wild, flip, go grab the mask
But it damn sure slow-up the cash cos I know
ya be a menace to society, still waitin for the dough
The thinkin man is the one with the plan
Plant his seeds first then be ready to burst
It's like that, huh? My name is X from the hot blocks of Harlem
Take it personally when you try to stop my stardom
Use to be mild, find myself gettin wild
Got to slow down for my girl and my child
Cos I love life and I gots ta live it
and everytime I get on stage I'ma move sometin
And you can never say the X didn't hit'cha
Aiyo, I put it on ya, but first I warn ya
This ain't no average skit, this is a hit
More than you hit, better than your best shit
better than your man's shit, better than his cousin's shit
better than your whole block, buck once and then ya come wit that nons....

Interlude: Sadat X talking

Aight, hey Buck, when you bring what you bring to the game and when I bring
what I bring to the game, it's dangerous that I can't even call it. But we
gonna end it off like this, y'knowI'msayin? On some Bronx town shit, check
it out

Verse Four: Sadat X

The big X has spoken, courtesy of Buck
A Bronx hoe-down similar to the showdown
Won't you place a bet on ya man
You know my style and you know where I stand
I'ma leave you on wit the real for right now
Peace to Brand Nubian, Now Rule and Buckwild
But right now, peep the master of the headnod
Hit New York harder and smarter, thieves attack, now stay back
Tainted styles don't pass the grade
A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave
A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave
A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave

Hook: Busta Rhymes

Yo, all these niggas think they hard when they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat
All these bitches act like sluts when they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat
Now all these fraud niggas are bitches when they think they alladat
They think they alladat, they think they alladat
Fuck dem niggas out there who think they alladat
They think they alladat, they thunk they alladat

Fuck dem niggas, fuck dem bitches
Fuck dem fraud ass, motherfuckers
Fake ass niggas
HAH!

[Lord Jamar]
First up it's the nuts up, what's up
to the niggas from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene
Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team
Just freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of MCs
If you're wack we got the right to seize
He's black like Ultra, know your culture
Motherfuckers don't know so they won't grow
Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick
Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get
or how rigid, niggas still get it
I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures
In my third eye, know you heard I
study math like a mathmatician
See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the GODs from the town
of the Rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down Serge

[Serge]
You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin
from another dimension, did I mention
that funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas
Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship
But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop
Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop
Goin all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate
On a mission from Cleveland, ridin it from outta state
So ready yourself because it's on full scale
I heard some put Jamar to bail down to New Rochelle
Now Rule, that's where we scheme and we plot
On the late night, blunted in the basement with Sadat
And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come
sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum
And Serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight
Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite

[Maestro Manny]
I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one
*?I'll bad bad and I'll run?*
Original Flatbush style, and solo jam
like BEEP Han Solo man
Yes-a, Mr.Intellect-And-Sex in the flesh
I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest
Maestro Manny one verse, time come in
My ??? ??? scab when they go flurry
You don't concern me, your style can't burn me
You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie
My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins
After Thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin
I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch your murder flexin
Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion
6' 1", two weaves and cocked diesel
You can see that hair is curly, ain't no fuckin up like ???
SEE!!!!

*Interlude*

[Snagglepuss]
When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt
Even the hard niggas will be yellin "That's enough"
But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up
Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up
Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season
So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf
You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the last kid
His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards
In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin
I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin
So bring all the flunkies you roll with
So when I set it on your ache, you all be like "Oh shit!"
You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow
I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor
This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in
So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion

[Sadat X]
Feel the wind blow thru your hair
My aim is square on your backbone
You're home alone and your mom work the double shift
Just enough time for me to hit that off
"Bounce on a nigga" said my man Wop
Peace to the squad, One-Eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it
I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street
on some casual shit, even my kid could flip
Hear me on the wop tape BAM!! HIT EM
Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it
Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin
Peace to Courtland Ave., Teepee wheelnose in
Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word
My man Joon with the 'erb to the moon
Eh Shawn Black, nigga, where ya at?
No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema
This is X and I'm straight from the Rule

Intro/Chorus:

Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, wet a whole click full of suckers (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, if I flip then I'm gonna fuck it (Wet em up!)
*repeat*

Verse One: Sadat X

For the next couple of seconds or however long it takes
I'ma hit y'all with somethin far below Christ or nothin
Couldn't get a better deal if this was Vegas
Ain't no cards on the table, just a bottle of Black Label
and a picture of your girl who I said was sweatin bullets
Reach for it, pull it, or we'll always have beef
You'll be scared to walk the streets, sweatin up your sheets
You bought a ticket to Jamaica, I caught you at the airport
Blood spilled on your dome, which funeral dome is da
one preferred, all expenses occurred
to the one who sweats the bullet, slugs, thugs and drugs
Or whoever bring it better be able to sing it
Cos the song of a dead man's a sad one
And a family without a son is a mad one
Sweatin bullets and I know you love your family
but Money you can't scare me or when I'm feelin *?melly?*
You could get over but I'ma bring ya back down
Play ya like a clown, from the brother's ringling
Your spine is tinglin, you can't feel your legs
"Will I ever walk to the doctor?" you begs
The hot one shattered your spinal vertebrae
Remember that shit that you said the other day
They gotcha style with the dead arm
Take the dead aim and flash your name

Chorus

Verse Two: Lord Jamar

I'm sweatin motherfuckers like Jack LeLaine, I packs the pain
I'll rack your brain, leave you in a sack wit your name
hangin from your toe as I'm bangin your hoe
She'll be slangin pussy down in Magic City, bringin me doe
If you don't know it's Lord Jamar from the Nubian set
No matter who the fuck you are we're puttin down the sweat
Servin heat on a motherfucker's street
Bullets be dripped whiles a motherfucker trippin
You'll never catch me slippin cos I got my rubber soles
The devils make me sick, I'd love to fill em full of holes
Kill em all in the daytime, broad motherfuckin daylight
12 o'clock, grab the Glock while waitin for the night
We sweatin motherfuckin bullets, and if we break a sweat
that means we'll make ya wet
I'll take your life and jet back to some place cooler
Now Ruler is where my burner gets the fueler
If niggas wanna do I got the hollow point teflon
The kind niggas will vest then get laid to rest on
So niggas bring your best on but I suggest you invest on
a burial plot cos shit is gettin hot, we're sweatin bullets

Chorus

Verse One: Lord Jamar

7 in the mornin, they kickin down my momma's door
Now tell me what is this motherfuckin drama for?
Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress?
Then they put the Glock to my chest
Best think 'fore I twitch or I'm popped
off to the clink with this bitch ass cop
They gotta nigga locked like the dread on my head, jack
And if I try to fight back, well then I'm dead, black
I got the right to an attorney and to stay silent
They got the right to try to burn me if I play violent
I know the game so I just roll with the procedure
Illegal search and seizure, somethin that they're doin at their leisure
Down at the station, interrogation is takin place
Overcrowded jails but for me they're makin space
Tell the devil to his face he can suck my dick
It's the whole black race that they're fuckin with
Come to find my crime was lettin brothers know the time
Only the devil is stoppin me from eatin swine
And plus my prior record sealed my fate
One For All and In God We Trust got me sent upstate
But still I won't bite my tongue
I just write tight shit to incite the young, to fight the one
who keeps them on a level that's minimum
That's the number one reason

Chorus: (sample of Luther Ingram's "I'm Tryin To Sing A Message To You")

(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
*repeat*

Verse Two: Sadat X

I was frustrated, I can't do no more push-ups
Niggas be swole up, locked down cos of a hold-up
"The devil made me do it" is what I say
Got some bad news on my one phone call the other day
"I love the kids and I teach em to love their father
I'll get you some kicks and try to send some flicks
but it's over, baby, yes it's over"
Ain't much you can do when you're holdin a phone
A million inmates but ya still alone
You're not cryin but inside ya dyin
You might cry in the night when ya safe and outta sight
Damn I miss my peeps and the rides in the jeeps
and my, casual freedom, where's my crew when I need em?
A visit ain't the same like being in the game
but I'll take it, at least with that I'll make it
The beast is a bitch and I see it
I do the knowledge to em, so next time I can do em
"Yo X, I got ta lock it now but write me real soon
I know that you're a busy man, give me a minute"
You can never know the penal til you been locked the fuck up in it

Chorus:

This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
(*They claimin I'm a criminal*) (x12)

(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
This time and day
Ooooh, gotta run for time
*repeat to fade*

Well, there's mad gangs, but only one got control
Wherever they roam, from north pole to south pole
Ice cold with a vice hold on all crime
They gettin paid even if they shit is small time
All your dimes'll get took, yo watch them sling (?) them things
cause they nothin but a gang of crooks
Things look like they'll be here for a while
Momi and Daddy better fear for they chile
Cause they style is not just makin a fast chickens (?)
They also into murder and ass kickin
distortion and kidnappin, the kid is black
handsome ransome they just get you your kid back
But either way they gonna make a loot
If they keep the kid he's gonna do a bit as a prostitute
Owin freak (?) for some T. A. N. G. (?)
From six to sixty-six they count us catchin thick (?)
Shit sticks in your mind
Make a nigger wanna go out and fight crime
I write rhymes as an answer to they gang size
If they wanna jack your car you can sang mines

Gang bang Gang bang
Police ain't nothing but a gang #4

Date rapes, got the shakes since the first of the month
So you gotta play, the cheque cash close (?)
You know you gotta make up that loss
So when the cut was butt (?) and the work was dirt
A whole baggage fucked up ?), you know you're de man.
You gotta head him off, if you still want the block
So he can look the other way, if he catch you with the glock.
All de cook up, he might give you the hook up (?).
So you don't get moves downtown in the tombs
New gang member, he's a rookie and his wid extortion (?)
He got a wife and his daughter wanna a pony
his man's a Columbian
and they both got they hands in the soup
And you gotta hit off your group
Niggers to be outside til like four in the mornin
niggers with the toast so when the gang get too close
Naw a gang don't play by the rules and they up they demands
Gotta grease mo hands, gotta get mo work
Gotta get more weight, gotta stay up late
And travel out of state, hey fuck the gang fucks nothin
niggers are bluffin, as they snatch you for the kidnap they don+t even
show
Got fucked in the ass, so now who's the hoe
Gang 88 (?), mo kinds of dicks, don't give a fuck about the brothers,
As long as they get they cash, News flash
These kids is the worst, if you see 'em
Then you better hit em first,
Don't shoot til you see the whites of they eyes
Hands and thighs, they might front and sell ya been pies (?)
Black man, don't trust those lies
Cause the gangs is a bunch of dicks

Gang bang Gang bang
Police ain't nothing but a gang #4

This song is dedicated to all the original gangsters out there
You know what I+m sayin NRPD, NYPD, LAPD, state troopers
and all the Pds in Queens, FBI, CIA, DEA, TNT, ATN, INS, FEMA, Interpol,
National Guard,
Coast Guard, Army, Navy, Airforce, Marines, Secret Service, and all the
rest of the
motherfuckin hogs out there rollin in the mud

Intro:

Y'all niggas hurry up. Go in there, buck them niggas and get the fuck out,
don't be playin, dogg playin, yahearwhutI'msayin? Kill them niggas and get
the fuck back so we can stay ballin, we'll be chillin right here
"Eh nigga, I wanna know if you're ready to do this shit? You ready to do
this shit or what, motherfucker? And don't be actin like no pussy when we
get the fuck out, man"
"Is you down, nigga?" ---> O-Dog

[Lord Jamar]
Well if you're down say you're down, if you're scared, say you scared
This is the real, don't fuck around and come unprepared
or you might lose your life on the mean streets
Middle of the night when the motherfuckin fiends meet
Hold your grip tight yo, don't let it slip
You gotta keep your tool for the fools that wanna trip
And if they wanna trip, send em on a vacation
All expenses paid for a devil's cremation
Can't be no contemplation, cos if he busts first you're gettin burst, uhh
Layin on your back, I guess what I'm sayin, black, is that
if you ain't down then don't fuck around
"Is you down, nigga?" Cos the shit gets thick in my town
This ain't a TV show or a song from the radio
Murder on the streets, yo, is at a high ratio
So it ain't no time for playin
You takes the 9 and I'ma be sprayin
Now what the fuck's this look in your eye? You're lookin nervous, nigga
Earlier tonight you was all ready to service, nigga
Now your trigger ain't got no itch
You're attitude switch like a motherfuckin bitch
I can see thru your expression that you're vessin
Feelin crazy pet, lookin like you wanna jet
But now the shit is obvious, you just can't deal
I gotta find another nigga down for the real, "Is you down, nigga?"
Are you down for the real?

[Sadat X]
Real lifestyle's where niggas run wild
Day after day the product line is a mile
A nigga got his eye aimed on what's mines
I gots ta lay low cos my PO is thorough
He keep checkin every borough cos my address pad is thick
Niggas be actin wild cos they girl be on my dick
This kid downtown don't like me, he say he want me dead
He even put up cash and put a price on my head
At first I can't sweat it but my little man got hit
We had a lotta thrills but now he's buried in the catskills
Rumour has it, that bein with me's a target
My crew go less and less and I resort to wearin a vest
Ain't got no type of fans, just me and my mans
We be drawin up plans that include the use of guns
Try to stay alive so we can spare no use of funds
A month or two blows, a whole year blows
Are we still on our toes as we guzzle all the Moet?
Two drunken poets as the first shots hit
My man don't duck quick and gets hit in the chest
I just got nicked cos I had on the vest
Now I'm dashin, cars in the garage
Run past the Path'. run past the Dodge
Rumble for the keys, made it to my shit
The AK can spray now niggas is gettin hit, "Is you down, nigga?"
Are you down for the real?

Chorus:

Are you down for the real, motherfuckers?, "Is you down, nigga?"
Are you down for the real..............? , "Is you down, nigga?"
Now are you down with the real ass niggas? , "Is you down, nigga?"
Now tell me if you're down for the real? , "Is you down, nigga?"
*repeat*

"Is you down, nigga?" (x10)

"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate" ---> Scarface
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" (x4)

[Lord Jamar]
Well it's the Lord J lightin up more shit than Broadway
and Times Square wit nuff rhymes for your air
Crimes appear to have no motive, I wrote a
shit I seen on the street now y'all fiend for the beat
like a crackhead but this black dread don't sell drugs
although I dwell with the, thugs
New Rochelle bust slugs from the tool in the Rule
Leavin devils mugs in a blood pool
Just like mud makes fossil fuels, colossal be the jewels I drop
The way I schools this thru hip-hop
I rip shop like shit was made of paper mache
My shape was tip-top and it can be no greater display
I pray today and see the devil takin off the Earth
But I'm lay it, keep on makin shit for what it's worth
A butter verse over a beat that's pancake fat
Niggas know it's like that and it's like that

"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate"

[Lord Jamar]
Now this is for my niggas who ain't fuckin with the system
Tired of arrest, doin the best to try to dick em up the ass
with no grease, the fuckin police gots ta go
Niggas feel the same from Maine to Chicago
California to New York, gotta warn ya bout the pork
Baby, on a fuckin hawk
Lookin for a nigga so they can dig another grave
My big brother was a slave but I'm like Nat Turner with two burners
Bustin back cos I'm black
Now you learn a lesson on how to act
Messin with original seed'll cause you to bleed
Broke the universal laws now we're smokin yours
Provoke cause the effect, and effective immediately
we're gonna wreck shit repeatedly
I ain't goin out wit out retaliatin, I got my niggas in the alley waitin
Ready to bring the heat to Satan
where he lives, there he is, handle your biz
His mantle is wigged, you watch the pig squeel
Ain't no big deal, far better worse was done to us
It's time he run from us, nigga grab your gun and bust

"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate"

[Lord Jamar]
Hypnotic, psychotic, women have erotic thoughts of me
Devils wanna torture me
They'd like to string me up round my neck from a tree
simply for the fact I'm a real motherfuckin G-O-to the D
Niggas know me for speakin on the reals
Freakin in my wheels with the cops on my heels
He drops when I peels his cap with the real rap
Thinkin bout takin me out, I can't feel that

"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Lord Jamar will live long
cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes"
"Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate"

Outro: (*some dread toastin*)

"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"

[Starr]
I'll keep, holding on
I'll keep, holding on!

[Lord Jamar]
Young black male, twenty-five years of age
Many-a-lives didn't survive to this stage
Cause the rage of another brother got him popped
Shot him and he dropped, like a beanbag
Mean motherfucker with a rag and some jeans that sag
They signify your death by crossin out your tag
Then they go and brag that they took another life
Never to think, do a brother got a mother and a wife?
Trife when a nigga do the work of the Klan
That's what you're doin when you ruin the life of a black man
Attack plan on self
The man's got the family jewels, so I guess we're buryin wealth
All because we've been taught to despise what's black
Open your eyes you oughta realize the fact
That you've been gettin used like a trick
You think you're mighty, but yo, whitey got your head sick
See you were fed thick pieces of swine as a baby

It only help to drive your mind crazy
Now your blind days be over
No more standin on line, tryin to find Jehovah
Let us rewind to a time we was right and just
Nowadays we just fight and bust
One another in the back over crack, a carjack
Will get you killed, watch the blood get spilled
To the scale, then watch how fast they build the jail
Now they got you holdin on to a cell, well...

[Starr]
I'll keep, holdin on
I'll keep, holdin on!!
I'll keep, holdin on
I'll keep, holdin on!!

[Sadat X]
Why it gotta be me B? I just came to chill
Came to see the flicks, nuttin more nuttin less
Try to show love even on a bad day
I roll up, I'm never hold up, the L is swoll up
The beef in the mind is definitely a winner
Oh that's that rappin nigga, I thought he was much bigger
Do you know this girl named nah B I don't know nothin
Did that name-game shit right from the go get
Shorty want an autograph, can I sign it at the end
Oh I think I'm all of that now, so now it's fuck Brand Nubian
Should I call you a bitch, or should I maintain?
I'm just here with my lady, and you came witcha man
This would force him to front, and I'm sure he don't want it
Over some old bullshit, when I'm quick to pull shit
Live dad, everything is everything
I got a lotta shit to do I can't afford to catch a charge
I'm a product of the streets, and I couldn't make no peace
All the real hard shit I know, is on the down low
Straight for real estate, on a scale I place your fate
Now I'ma let you skate, you was a little weeded
And I seen you don't need it
So hold on with your bad self...

[Starr]
I'll keep, holdin on
I'll keep, holdin on!!
I gotta hold on!
I'll keep, holdin on
My word is bond, I gotta be strong
I'll keep, holdin on!!
And keep holdin on, yeah
Ya see life's gettin rough but I gotta hold on
All these little suckers want me alone
Yeah, yeah, yeahhh!!
Ya see life's gettin rough but I gotta hold on
All these little suckers want me alone
Yeah, they want me alone
Yeah, yeah yeah
But I gotta hold on
Because my word is bon
And it's on and on, on and on, on and on
On ya...
I gotta hold on
Yeah yeah yeahhhh yeah yeahhh yeahhh
Ohhhhh yeahh yeahh yeah
Yeahh!
*fades*

(feat. Brand Nubian)

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 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

[Zev Love X]
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!

[Grand Puba Maxwell]
God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline
Quick to help another, 'cause I know I'ma 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

[Onyx the Birthstone Kid]
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'?

[Lord Jamar]
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, that's the knowledge of self
And do for self!
Black man gotta move on...

[Subroc]
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
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 clue, or get 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?

[Sadat X]
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 [???] 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 {???] suspension?], 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!

[everyone]
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..