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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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| 2. |
| 5:26 |
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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 aunt to put money in the 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 planet is 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 nowaday bro (Do you mean to say the devil fooled us 400 years ago?) Lack of self or traitors mating interpretations (??) Saying did we receive more gold for our labor in this nation Did we receive more gold? Nah-cipher It's time to drop the bomb and make the devil pay the piper True indeed God true indeed hajj (lack of self) x2 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 their 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 a salaam alakum (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 x3 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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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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("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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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) |
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