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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 |
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"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! |
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["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" * |
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[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 * |
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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 |
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| 5:03 |
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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) |
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| 4:39 |
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Verse one: Lord Jamar
Brand Nubian function A junction of three Collaboration in a style that's like funk To slap palms, swing arms Tap a soul Cause no rock rolls down our hill Yo black it's kinda ill We don't roll no rocks we just fill Heads with knowledge, pure foundation Showing and proving through the manifestation Of our name which is "Brand Nu" Brand Nubian and we've come to Make the people aware that black means first 4000 years and we're made to feel cursed But now it's our time to rule Student of the old, teacher of the new school My inspiration is the five percent nation As I cram, education was born Like a thorn in your side I have sworn Never to divide with Brand Nubian Verse Two: Derrick X (Sadat X) You have to stand as a black man Brand Nubian From the Sudan plus I never ran I'm from Africa, the central region There I grew and formed a legion of my force See me riding on a jet black horse at any cost Brand Nubians will rise up and be the boss and show it All fairness if you're black and show awareness You can rally 'round the flag Stand tall, or don't stand at all You're with the three and the three won't sag to the floor Besides picture that I'm painting I can draw See me work nine to five on my easel My physical is strong and my mind is cock diesel Brand Nubian function in conjunction with the three Verse 3: Grand Puba Brand Nubian Not on a bandwagon following a fad Making use of the knowledge that we already had Grand Pu, here to send the mind into a frenzy I bet I'll swing something this summer for the benzi Seep into the mind the brain and activate the pelvis Keeping the blind deaf dumb and blind is Elvis Meaning old, so behold (The black, the beautiful, the bold) Now if this falls short I'll try harder A wisdom to me is someone like Assata I'd like to say peace to Bambaata Tasa Kuma(?), Achmed, and Kenyatta Brothers that'll fight for the cause And they live in the boundaries of the righteous laws To put it exact dominant means black But some have a hard time trying to swallow that Now we have some that are fake Wearing blue eyes and green eyes, come on gimme a break Brand Nubian here to wake up Take off the makeup cause all it'll do is cake up Just be real that's how I feel Brand Nubian Verse four Nubian (DX) A native or inhabitant of Nubia Nubian (LJ) A member of one of a group of African tribes that formed a poweful Empire between Egypt and Ethiopia from the 6th to 14th century Nubian (GP) Any of several languages spoken in the central and northern Sudan And that's why we call ourselves Brand Nubian (DX) As the midnight oil burns, our minds turn Make a mistake and be fake and you'll burn We're here to teach so you'd might as well learn That the tree has the knowledge for what you yearn Brand Nubian |
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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) |
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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 |
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[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* |
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("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 |
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[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* |
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("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 |
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