Kmd

[beatboxing in the background]

Boring... same ol' Sunday type shit
Man, kinda boring
Hey you, kid! (Who me?) Yeah you
Ahh what are you listenin to in that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by K.M.D.
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where they got the bass from huh?
(I don't really care)
Don't care? Well let me you this story
Go on now, let him tell you this story

[Zev Love X]
Friday, I believe it was a payday
Onyx, Subroc and myself goes out of subway
To catch the X train, the drums roll Brooklyn
Plan was a night of intense hookin
We enter the club, where we hooked 'til we drop
When stopped, to exit, I spoke of this prop
Talked about her bouncing guns
The word buns was on the tip of my fun swing {"All at once!"}
Approached this big fat seven foot..
{"I'll teach you to talk to my girl!"} Said the hood
Sub and I geesed, Onyx sped up the block
And it was fast, I looked back and Fats was headlockin him
I was clockin, about two blocks per minute
And then I thought, that voice there's somethin definitely familiar in it
Not long did I cram
From the lows, I knows it was the 808 Man

[Chorus]
"Thump... thump... THUMP!
They heard the.." {Eight-oh-eight} {MAN!}

[Zev Love X]
Clockin crazy mileage like a 60-deck of math
Ducked into an alley like on Kickdrum Ave.
Stopped and told Sub, but Sub was stumped
I said do you recall the bass that thumped
In the Jeeps of the streets, as the pedestrian bops?
Heard with vocals where any hip-hop beat drops
Y'know the bass fool! {"And everything happened as it did before"}
But Sub wasn't passin it
To escape harassment, I booked like a crook
Out of sight, all my mics was took
Conscience eatin me, my boy's hooked in Hook
Off the 808 Man, so I peeps to look
No immediate danger did I see myself in
Watchin 'round the block thinkin "Ehh, who's missin him?"
Onyx was headlocked and Subroc was half nelson'd
Think I was wrappin up? Man, listen

[Chorus]

(Man you guys must have been really scared!)
Was I? You think I wasn't?!
Man I was petri-scared stiff!
(What were you thinkin about?)

[Zev Love X]
I was thinkin about my cousin Enus, if he asked me once
He asked me a dozen times to go bowlin with him
But still I wasn't runnin from the Bass, Man as he walked up
Then from the back of my thoughts I forked up
The teachings of Mr. Hood
And I began to recall when suddenly it dawned on me
Lesson one - if a sucker tries to come, let him come
By then the hood was up on me
Lesson two was to recite the words you can't do me none
Even though you might be bluffin, it's nothin
Follow procedure and sure 'nough, no doubt
Left that seven foot fat hood whupped out
Lesson three said a keeper of a hood is his brotherhood
As we helped him up he said "Damn!
You sure pack a punch, I had a hunch you was a hood
Well if you ever need bass, hook up with the 808 Man"

[Chorus]

Say word
Man tried to get me to throw hands, I had to go HU HUH!
Yeah check it out yo, yo that's a tight headlock true indeed
Yeah, the half nelson got me in a neck brace
Yeah, but kid you know where they got the bass from now?
(Yeah yeah, sure do!)
Yeah yeah word
But I'll tell you what
I'll give you this exclusive K.M.D. album tape, unreleased!
(Sweet, thanks!)
(I'll let my boy Lil' Rock hear it, I'll let Bill hear it)
(And my mom and dad will hear it)
Yo yo, don't let nobody dub it, don't let nobody dub it
Don't let somebody dub it, you'll get funked
Now scram, or 808 Man'll do ya
Now get up out of here, you thumpty-hump dump head
(What?) Yeah yeah, just scram, scram
Get out of here (808) {Man}
... (808) {Man}

[Zev Love X speaking, with others responding]

Mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm
Yeah this here's blues joint
A lot of brothers don't like this joint
Cause it might not be funk or funky (teach anyway, teach)
It's more tribal
And speaking to my only two real tribes out there now
With the help of the Kause, yo Kause y'all with me? (yeah yeah)
Hmm? Aight, so we feel to build open, the bananapeel blues
Check it

The original man is the black man true? (true true true)
Presented to the youth, is more than nuff proof
But when one mixes truth with a goof
Caused this contradiction and confusion so I raise the roof (raise it)
Tongue to truth, it may sound like a good hand to feed from
But follow this lead, we need to find what's true indeed
Some get caught up in the thought of intellect
And say he helped us, when it's his lumpless but that got us in this mess
What a monkey (teach, gwan teach)
I said a lot of brothers might not get this cause it ain't funky
Sure enough we ain't gonna be played by no monkey
See because the monkey fits the shoes
In these bananapeel blues (ain't that somethin, ain't that somethin)
Y'all with me? (yeah yeah)

Twas once said to remember that the soul is see-through
How true we'll soon see as I check to what's written
(check the script and read)
Let's see uhh Genesis chapter two verse seven
"Man became a living soul" so where's my man getting this
Actual force, probably that same old can
Or barrel of monkeys who call me and you a soul man
And call my food a soul food
Yeah I'm sposed to have soul, yet I'm uncivil and cruel
And I come from apes, yet this monkey rapes
And I'm a babboon, then soon to be coon
And when I know this, I'm labelled a lunatic
Racist rebel crazy Muslim
Now face this monkey
Truth is truth is what pays me
And can a Muslim be fooled (not nowadays bro!)
And can a quote unquote monkey be reformed (now cipher!)
Yeah, and while me and you is warmed by the sun
Most of all life or in existence, uhh I take this instance to ask
If the monkey man was so pure why can't he endure (uh-huh)
The sun which is the natural source for all living (uh-huh)
Without giving up his life to cancer
And three-fifths or less is the dancer
Wrong answer
Yeah wrong answer says the Kause
And while his still skin rumples and wrinkles
Zee L exposes a monkey's uncle (what's up with a monkey's uncle)
(speak the truth)
(it's smooth, it's smooth, I like this beat)
(To the Gods out there, peace to the Gods)
"(but tell me) how much more evidence do the citizens need?" [x16]

[Zev Love X]
(...Yeah) I started off with a question
Can you perceive
Right before yours ears move trickin
My voice box make the choice to believe
Yeah I see youre rootin
For the words that I'm tootin
Im just a pusher of this thing called money
But whatcha smokin whats that ya gettin in
Stop to buildin and growin
To jump the hurdle that the wolf said suck

Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep
Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep

[Zev Love X]
I greet you peace but why call me money guy
Do I resemble he who never told a white one
Or him who freed us so where stands I
Raise another question which ones the right one
Some wish to live the single sing'em
They know the half I know them from sixty
If we all live the single how can we all sing
Im creative but you cant remix me

Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep
Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep

[Singing]
They are nasty they will bite
And if cornered they will fight
Never ever go near..a wolf?

[Zev Love X]
Concerning the N-word why's when I say it it gets no play
Officially it means stupiD or ignorance
Stay stupid or ignorant in place anyway
Any how whats reinfored I cant out figure it
I figure blue and donna grasp a stick shot is simple
Now heres the plan strictly between you and me
Through communication comes the unination
And no wolf can down a brick house unity
So feel free to dance but this is not all I heel the think
Beware sheep of wolf in sheeps sun burn
We bit his brand and we wear his clothing
Then he mocks us in return
Wolfman, whats up with this vibe you sendin me?
What are you anywayway my friend or my foe?
The way this is going you might just be the end of me
And I still dwell here even though (He's a wolf!)

And you a sheep
Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep

[Zev Love X]
K-n-o-w
War would trouble ya to Hell
However take you express no shovel
This is the land of the frightened
The place of the slave and occassional unheard muffle
Its up to you to decide by the fruit that his tree provides
If not I'll embark by myself on the archany
Marches the boy who cried (He's a wolf!)

And you a sheep
Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep

[Singing]
Now listen past your ear
Just remember this my dear
Never ever go near.. a wolf?

Hes a wolf! And you a sheep
Hes a wolf! And you a sheep
Hes a wolf! And you a sheep
Hes a wolf! And you a sheep
And you a sheep
And you a sheep

[Zev Love X-Talking]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Imma set it off, Imma set it off soft
And smooth, and smooth, yo, yo, listen to this groove.
? and it's about to move me, yeah, yo ?

[Zev Love X]
I start it off with an answer, love smokes no cancer stick
But on a dancers dick, there's a romancer of a rhyme text
Time check timex, timeout, I'm X, for silence it's signex
? one what one did lesser one hundred
Since duckets is under it, the cause stays funded
Time says disperse the necessary to trigger release
More verses and speeches from X this figure of speech

(You are nuthin but a) figure of speech

[Zev Love X]
Yeah..
Verse two is picked up freeze stay frozen
Reaches a stick up, while exhale blows in
Peoples get sick up said as vapor goes in
Suggested is hiccough, while I hold a rows in my fronts
Once in go, see Sub for info
Fee is the lingo, sixteen gets in though
Dance til toenails ingrown
Skeezin props, I send note for jimbo is bricko
Every wind blown
Sounds are boomin, emcees shouts doom is
In the house after one, two'in
ZL needs a nuprin
Driftin like driftwood I ask if could
Stay away from stiff hood
So does R.I.F. Productions write up songs quite clever
But light up a torch pipe R.I.F. will never
I'm no snuff head I prefer headsets
Decided nuff said for head sweats
X, this figure of speech

(You are nuthin but a) figure of speech
(You are) figure of speech
(You are X)
(You are nuthin)

[Zev Love X]
Remain in a frenzy
Stay craze as I pause in ya Benzy
Then reach in haste to taste
A sip of this throttle in a bottle
Then shake ya hip but don't slip into follow
The motto goes: sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
I prefer: love, hugs and hip hop soul
And that's final, down to the sto'
Cause is on vinyl
So be sure to dub these sounds of a b-boy
But X ain't no also ain't no decoy
For KMD paints no
Pigeoned as I talk drink free from a ?
Image of a walking stick from a Mack Dad
Wouldn't you rather dwell among those liable
To rock well with tongues and stay tribal?
Well in 80 dekka I'm extra hard to reach
But I'll be expectin ya, says X, this figure of speech

(You are nuthin but a) figure of speech

[Zev Love X]
Have a crooked letter humpback each
Let the panter peach style screech
Then skid through the sounds of earth tones
We've grown
(The Barber Subroc and The Birthstone Kid Onyx)
Place of rest is Dooms (re-womb) we loopty toon
And add a sonic kick Boom
A dash of this then up next, last but not least
Is Zev Love X, this figure of speech..haha

[Zev Love X]
(..You are) figure of speech
(You are nuthin but a) figure of speech.
(You are X..)
(You are nuthin but a X...)
(...You are X)
(..You are nuthin but a X)
(...You are X)
(..You are nuthin but a X)
(..You are nuthin)

[Subroc]
Peace! This is the one Subroc
Chillin here, with my partners
And they're about to do, the Gas Face, rebuttal
Yeah, quite subtle
His name is Zev Love X
He's gonna kick it next

[Zev Love X]
And I'ma kick it like this (uh-huh)
A Gas Face, can either be a smile or a smirk
When appears, a monkey wrench to quirk one's clockwork
A jerk threw a wrench, I thought it missed
Made me so pissed I felt a ball in my fist
To drive to place a blister on that certain mister
That's one more on my list of scrubs lined up to kiss
The very X on my Swatch watch ticker
Every second on the second, I kick a rhyme to wreck it
Every minute, catchin the bag, I'm fin' to skin it
One of the more than one ways it pays to stay in it to win it
Mike is riffin, think I'm gonna pay my bill still?
On your grill you gets a Gasface Refill
Ill, I hit and bend, what's up to style
The owner of the hand, I never ran a mile
In your shoes, sang blues with the so-called jewels
You claim no lose if you choose to snooze
You're just another Gasface Victim

[Subroc]
Yeah, who's next? My man
Yo he's gonna kick it
His name is Onyx

[Onyx]
And I'ma bust it like this
Well if the face fits take it, eventually you have to make it
If someone states that word is bond and then break it
See my word is bond that I shall never dye my hair blonde
Cause of my culture am I fond
It's not the goal to give the Gas Face
The goal is to uplift the whole soul race
But if you step to this brother, thinkin punk is to peace
It's a sad one (UH-UHHH, YOU CATCH A BAD ONE!)
Check yourself, keep a gas mask handy
Then shall you dig, you'll find it dandy
To never leave home without it cause there's not a doubt about it
That you'll end up short in this sport, so resort
To a wise way of thinkin, never sleep, not even blinkin
Never start sinkin in the old man's quicksand
And if you fight, for others in the cause
Then the gas face is truly yours

[Interlude]
Yeah, signed and sealed
Onyx, the birthstone kid
Yeah I like that, one more time
I'll tell you what - one more time, like this

[Zev Love X]
Set up correct with the effect
The second of two episode I recollect
'Twas not to dismiss a myth, with the stamp of approval
And the super common blue eyes respect what the heck
In the steps of the King Solomon who used a jin
To clear his whole temple from within
Does make my head spin, when one dares to question
How one learns a lesson, you guess it turns

[Onyx]
A smile to a frown, from a smirk to a chuckle
Knowledge of self, a gas mask with a buckle
Here rides the clan, this land with gas chamber
Here to threat and bring sweat to the stranger
That old serpent had the gall
Saying that he knew how I felt, yet and still, he's living tall
Yeah that's a laugh but surely we'll trick him
Flip the coin, make him a Gas Face victim!

[Outro]
Yeah, once again
That's how we kicks it, for 80-deca
Yeah, guess the B-Side wins it, y'knahmsayin?
Yeah but who gets the Gas Face this time?
No Gas Face for SD-50
No Gas Face for Plugs One, Two and Three
No Gas Face for Michael and Peter
No Gas Face for the Brand Nubains
Preacher Porkchop ["Another Gas Face victim"]
For all the Uncle Toms ["Another Gas Face victim"]
What about the New York cabbies ["Another Gas Face victim"]
Yo what about [?] the weird boy ["Another Gas Face victim"]
No Gas Face for the Ansaars on the Ave
No Gas Face for Frukwan the God
Yeahhh no Gas Face to [?] the S.O.I.
No Gas Face for my man D-Black
No Gas Face for the engineer Ganz
No Gas Face for the Nubian Nation
Yeah, but uhh, what about that dude [?]
The [?] ["Another Gas Face victim"]
[babbling]

(Check check run it)
(Uunh, put a little more bass in the bassline)

Give it here! [x5]

[Subroc]
Here we go here we go
Give me a girl if not I'll still pull it
Gimme a tek 9 millemeter full 'em bullets
Gimme like eight quarters for every buck
Gimme three feet I swing to fast and duck
You suck
I give ya gutter balls if you plan strikes
Cause I'm the pin hitter, skinner of my likes
You get it all back and a big bunch of PSYCHES
First gimme props and double check 'em like Nikes
I be an old man if ya judge by my thoughts
Gimme none of those I take no shorts, um
If in case ya stop flippin
Gimme now take it back and let ya Waltz Whitman
Gimme guidline and gimme my toast
You pronounce tomato
I pro the nouns tomahto
Yo black that's my cheese don't touch it it's Nachos
I'm a dog every day I taste el gatos
Gimme good eats and don't think to pork it
I gots a plank and I'll make your mother walk it
Don't talk shit New York I stalk it
Gimme reason to shut your mouth my fist'll caulk it
What ya got?

[Subroc]
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)

[Subroc]
Well welcome me back like my man Cotter
If not, I'll leave ya flat broke with nada
Cause I gotta keep my style flexin' like areobic
Gimme elbow room I'm crazily close to phobic
Gimme a doo-rag for my hair
I'll give ya a ten foot pole
Touch it, it's up your rear
I hear a sequence, gimme so I can tell a tattle-teller
Now shut your mouth while I speak it accapella
I'm the yellow maraca medium brown tone
I do what I feel cause child I'm grown
Gimme no canola rock oils
Gimme alot of loot and I still won't straighten my nappy coils
You won't gimme alot of loot? (What!?)
I'll give ya alot of lumps
My fist'll raise ya and give ya razor bumps
Never did like chumps
They brought me mad grumps
With a grudge, I don't budge like tree trunks
I been a bad ass since I's a child
Throws me in jail, I got the nail file
Gimme a roti for my collibre
Trade it to me, yes you should worry, alot
What ya got?

[Subroc]
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang

[Subroc]
I'm like a IRS ready to tax someone
So when you see me comin come and dreadin'
Hold up a big tight fist for power to blacks
Gimme a choo choo train for my bad ass tracks
Gimme a kite or it might be a head I fly
Gimme a old record and kiss that shit goodbye
Double or not I want it back
Chance it black
If it nice roll the dice...
Ya got a six, five and a four
But the rat-a-tatter in my pocket says
I don't think so
Give it up (give it here)
Whatcha got?
Reach grab ya get elbowed or speed knot
Gimme a frame I'll put it around you
So 5-0s and all my folks can hound you
Disrespect my boys will surround you
Smack you up, black you up, pound you
Down the drain like they is pain
Ya can't stand me if ya can't stand the rain
Hail earthquakes or thunder
So if I knock ya off don't wonder
No wonder what ya got

[Subroc]
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang

[Subroc]
...Yo if you don't know the time by now...yo
Check the clock, yeah yeah check the clock, yeah yeah
Now get on your knees next to my balls and BOX!

(feat. Brand Nubian)

Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!
Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man
Yo, peace, god, D-Black
Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob
Ay-yo, ain't them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?
Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?
Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?
The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?
That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god

[Zev Love X]
Check it out!
Born again, my soul then, blends
K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends
X tends to grip palm in cousin calm
In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'
As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper
What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper
You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)
Good guessin' - switch the pitch up
Another session from the infamous God Squad
See, we's all peas in the same pod, god
On and upright, getting downright knit
With rod held up tight, 'cause I'm sick wit'
Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door
Preaching the Lord to change your life around
I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown
Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax
The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!

[Grand Puba Maxwell]
God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline
Quick to help another, 'cause I know I'ma get mine
Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind
Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind
Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer
With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher
Or you can use the next plan
Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand
I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man
So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties...
"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!"
Put some clothes on that behind
And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time
You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust
Which is crazier than a bag of dust
So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me
So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me

[Onyx the Birthstone Kid]
Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are
Frontin' out there, god
Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits
But when the news hits, everybody catch fits
He gets mad, but still at home we sits
Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits
Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live
But some funk while I strive
See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony
The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up
But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self
I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health
See I build with the Nubians I chill with
I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig
I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat
The devil man in this land, he won't allow that
So brother man, I don't wanna bust you
But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?
Know'm sayin'?

[Lord Jamar]
Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial
It's like this...
Life's hardships
Stones are placed and one must face trips
Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps
These are some of his traps
But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap
So just receive, believe when shown the light
The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right
To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross
Do for self, kill that "Yes, sir, boss!" and
When you do, from the other you won't beg
Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg
Arm supreme Head
And instead
Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?
You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt
'Cause when you stop tryin' that
Makes victory exempt from your cipher
The life you lead is not hype
The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe
Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat
Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know
So, get up and go
Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!

Know'm sayin, that's the knowledge of self
And do for self!
Black man gotta move on...

[Subroc]
I see some so dense
Man, from head to toe they're full of lead
I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead
So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!
'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped
Back to the roots I am, that I am a king
Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything
You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black
State of mind ain't like mine
I got soul that you lack
Each one teach in every town, we like that
The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that
Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix
Get a clue, or get the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6
"All gods, and children of the Most High"
Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny
I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie
I AM that I AM good night, divine evil's the bullseye
Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?

[Sadat X]
Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this:
It's a modern type of style, look at what I did
A devil still can't build a pyramid
I dug a - tunnel to Asia
Wrote a speech with a laser
Rush your brain with a [???] strain
A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing
Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn
Smacked a man 'cause he tried to serve a plate of ham
Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread
[? He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed
The city {???] suspension?], and I forgot to mention
That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough
Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst
The Black man is first
I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils
With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels
Bust it!

[everyone]
Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?
It's time to build, it's time to build...
We gotta raise up the dead...
Word is bond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light
You know what I'm saying? True indeed...
'Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one
God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty..