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