| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 4:56 | 
|
|||
|
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 |
||||||
| 2. |
| 5:05 |
|
|||
|
"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! |
||||||
| 3. |
| 3:59 |
|
|||
|
["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" * |
||||||
| 4. |
| 4:16 |
|
|||
|
[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 * |
||||||
| 5. |
| 4:18 |
|
|||
|
[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! |
||||||
| 6. |
| 4:22 |
|
|||
|
[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 |
||||||
| 7. |
| 5:02 |
|
|||
|
[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 * |
||||||
| 8. |
| 4:46 |
|
|||
|
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 |
||||||
| 9. |
| 4:01 |
|
|||
|
Here we go...
("Okay everybody...") ("Step up to this") ("Sing my song") ("Step up to this") ("Sing my song") ("Step up to this") ("Sing my song") ("Step up to this") Yo Stud, bust it... Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival. Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival. Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks, I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac. Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know. Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal. There's no need to try to diss the swinger, baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger. The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid, you try to step to this? It's void! A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman, gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out. Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve, it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe. Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade, with the papes that I made from this trade. So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips if you wanna cash in on the wins. Grand Puba and I love to hit skins... ("And you know what?") ("I've got a song to sing") ("Oh bay-bay!") ("I've got a song to sing") ("Here we go") ("I've got a song to sing") ("Oh bay-bay!") ("I've got a song to sing")...Follow me now. ("Okay everybody") 6x Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler. She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er. Before I have to play her is a foul way, and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday. Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads. Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed. From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise, even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg. If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer, smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer. So come take a dip with your *private dancer*. Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty. But I'm looooong...I'm like Stretch Armstrong, I go, on and on and on and on. Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'. Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen. Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts... but now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts. Arise to respond for the Max-well, ask well, hell, it don't even matter. Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter. "Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter." You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter. The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out. Huns that I've done always seem to pass out. But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out. You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out. Foes and hoes, good riddance. Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'. I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop, Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?) Reel and reel and soul to soul. Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe. It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff, I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff. And ya don't stop... ("Okay everybody")...now I'm-a end it like this: I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker, caught her on looker, know where I took her, to the short stay, around my way, and like Monie say, "it was the perfect way". I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes "Praise the Lord" Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored. From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood, and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool. See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'. If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'. Back up, sonny, and let me make my money, then I'm straight, I got a date at 8. So see you brothers later, time to motivate. Yeah, now bust it... I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah, Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace... |
||||||
| 10. |
| 5:03 |
|
|||
|
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) |
||||||
| 11. |
| 4:21 |
|
|||
|
Chorus: singers (repeat all 2X)
"You tried to do me" (3X) "I am not the one" (1X) [Grand Puba Maxwell - over chorus] Tried to do me God But see baby, I am not the one baby You tried to do me Yeah.. yo check this out Verse One: Grand Puba Maxwell Why you wanna live so foul? You know sweatin, one for some, is not my style I'm the type to wine and dine and the candlelight Cause just one night could be just so right Your first riff, is that I'm never home And you're, sick and tired of bein alone But baby, I got work to do And ain't no-one gonna stop me from bein Pu' I buy you rings and things and all that good stuff But you still beefin that that is not enough Let's sit down and discuss it Baby bust it.. You check my beeper when I'm still sleepin When I get out of cars you're out your window peepin I think the best thing for you and me is just to play like John Lennon and _Let It Be_ You tried to do me Chorus: singers (repeat all 2X) [Grand Puba Maxwell - over chorus] Yeah.. but you see baby I am not the one You tried to do me, yeah Ay bust it Verse Two: Grand Puba Maxwell I would sing the song called just be my lady But you're the type of girl who likes to act real shady And rain on the brain like a hurricane Throw rhythm on a dame, cause I know the game You see, I'm just a rapper and nothing's free so.. "Why are you watchin me?" *like Rockwell* Well honey can I get some privacy? .. You say cool, then you try to flip But you forgot to put the Gucci bag upon your hip You knew me, you blew me, others would pursue me The question that I ask is why you, tryin to do me? Make like a ship and just float on (float on) I'm not the type of brother that you can just gig on I know the time honey, there it is plain to see You're tryin to do me Chorus: singers (repeat all 2X) [Grand Puba Maxwell - over chorus] You tried to do me Yeah, but you see baby I am not the one I ain't havin it Yeah Yeah.. Interlude: Grand Puba Maxwell Now see baby, I don't know why you tryin to flip and alla that Cause I'm out here tryin to do my thing and get these papes in today's society, youknowhatI'msayin? I'm tryin to make things a little better But if you wanna make matters worse Let me say this first There's no need for you to try to do me Chorus: singers (repeat all 2X) [Grand Puba Maxwell - over chorus] You tried to do me You tried to do me babe But you see I am not the one You tried to do me Yeah And now check it, I'ma end it like this Verse Three: Grand Puba Maxwell Now.. good times come, honey good times go I think this is somethin that you really oughta know The name of the game is to maintain Cause when you lose someone you love, then you feel pain It's up to you to decide if the love was worth losin To me you're not the everyday, Tina Tammy Susan Why can't you, understand? Instead of tryin to run the flim-flam on the Grand Baby, do whatever is clever Cause we can make this last.. forever and ever With joys there's pain But don't you worry about the Puba Maxwell, cause I can stand the rain Shoo-be-doo, this is what you oughta do Think of all the things that I just told you Remember all the times when I used to hold you and say We can last through eternity But don't ever try to do me Yeah.. yeah.. |
||||||
| 12. |
| 4:31 |
|
|||
|
"We are ready ladies and gentlemen.."
"It's star time!" (Grand Puba) "Million dollar man!" [Derek X/Sadat X] Once again as we swing this ep' with the Grand Puba If I seen you kick it once, I seen you slam it a thousand times You gots ta flow with this one G [Grand Puba Maxwell] Grand Puba comin-in-a-rhyme dancehall style, see? Hah, you thought I couldn't do dat Dem say, who can busy like dis man? And if dem search the whole land dem not find a man Puba is the one to make dem fly girls have a ba-all Wha-oh-eee! See other-dem MC's, dem not scare me De virgins say me can't wait to hear me You want it done right, den give Grand Pu' a ca-all Not let me get busy on this one.. See brothers be wishin that's why they're eager to listen Tryin to do me but see they're no competition Grand Puba's the type, to get hype, to any funky sound Never the type, to give a damn about a hand-me-down Papers of rhymes of mine are stacked high like lumber If hon wants to swing ep', she takes my beeper number The skills go back to the days of flippin coins Pasttime readin books by my man Donald Goines But I'm not a pimp, and I don't walk with a limp You can say I know the game, cause I know how to treat a dame So knock three times on my ceiling if you got the feeling Grand Puba's good for sexual healing Lord have mercy this is lovely, I'll say splendid Puba's on the stage, and I'm glad you all attended Rhymin to the beat, is the way I make my money I'll buy, sweets for my sweets and, no sugar for my honey Brothers get, played for their papes And if a stunts tried to play me, I'll hang her like some drapes Puba's the man, and you can't run the flam So take it elsewhere, my dear See others try SO HARD to be this Competition tries SO HARD to see this But I let em know, I'm not the one So see the next one, wha-oh-eee! Whoa! I'll slap five to a brother who ain't about no jive I'll smack ten to a friend who hooked me off with skins See I'm the type of brother and I like to have fun She said, "69," I said, "68, and I owe you 1" The style I kick, you will remember And when I step to other rappers, you better yell timber cause they're fallin, de-meene-meene-mee They're fallin.. [unknown patois man] Faaaalse, claat! Will ya drop now? You know you're sizzlin! Pull it down selector! Easy now, easy now! Start rappin now! [unknown singer] Pu..ba.. I love you so Never never never gonna let you go Once, I, get my hands on you Pu..ba.. I love you so Never never never gonna let you go I hope you feel the same way too [Grand Puba Maxwell] Hey c'mon honey you know I feel the same way But I'ma do this my way And I'ma do like this baby See it doesn't really matter if the place is big or small Cause MC Grand Puba come fi rhyme dancehall! I'm flippin the wigs of those who gig I never renege on girls who dig The super supreme, one of the team of three See I'm one of the best with most finesse I really suggest you do not mess Or try to test the very best at this Do you really wanna know what's next? I gotcha gotcha gotcha Grand Puba is one of the best.. I rocked ya rocked ya rocked ya Here I step, with the rep that's kept In a orderly fashion, sucker MC's I'm mashin It's only one more verse I think that really need to be said It's that I'm bad, bad.. inna wicked in bed La la la la-la la, whoa la la la la-la, la la La la la la-la la it's the Grand Pu-ba Now hit me now selector! Who can busy like dis man? And if dem search the whole land dem not find a man Puba is the one to make dem fly girls have a ba-all Wha-oh-eee! See other-dem MC's, dem not scare me De virgins say me can't wait to hear me If you want it done right, then give Grand Pu' a ca-all Not let me get busy like this.. See my man Vance Wright he get a "nuff respect" Sincere, Pos K get a "nuff respect" To my man Ron Stud he get a "nuff respect" And my cousin Dr. Who he get a "nuff respect" To my cousin Jeff Jeff he get a "nuff respect" And all the brothers and sisters across the universe they get a "nuff respect" I'd like to say peace to my Brand Nubian brothers Lord Jamar, Derek X, and Alamo with the A and L.G. |
||||||
| 13. |
| 4:31 |
|
|||
|
[Grand Puba] Two times for the drummer, 'fore I start it I say, "Hit me!"
Puba's kickin flavor, and I brought somebody with me [Positive K] Positive, the gentlemen, the rapper Suave blase, you know dapper [Grand Puba] See this is not a song about friends because we make ends, and then we spread the skins [Positive K] This song becomes a well known tune And my mic's gonna bloom like a flower in June [Grand Puba] We kick much flavor and you know that As smooth as the head on a Fed named Kojak [Positive K] Grip the mic til my hand get calloused And I'll tell you like Ralph Kramden told Alice, "Bang zoom!" [Grand Puba] It's up up and away [Positive K] Grand Puba [Grand Puba] and Positive K [Positive K] Lyrics real sweet like candy [Grand Puba] It's just like a condom [Pos & Puba] WE KEEP ONE HANDY Go Puba, go Positive (4X) [Positive K] To my adversaries, I'm not ordinary Not the Godfather, or the Tooth Fairy Not Jack Spade or Engelbert Humperdink Listen to this rhyme and tell us what you think [Grand Puba] One two three Grand Puba's on the count Rhyming gets me papes in very large amount Brother you're wrong, if you think crime pays Don't like gays, and take vacations off of holidays [Positive K] Practice safe sex to prevent strange diseases Wear my hat, on one night skeezers I roll dice, but don't bet on the horses Punks take losses and I don't reveal my sources [Grand Puba] So umm, take the fifth if you're planning to riff The rhymes spread like Jif to make your loose knot stiff Kick up your feet if you're feeling kinda queasy.. Relax.. (ha ha) take it easy! [Positive K] You're in good hands, Positive is a survivor I make rhymes of anything, I'm like McGyver If I were a computer rap would be my program Since I'm a righteous man, I don't eat ham I wish more people was alive like me [Grand Puba] But Positive.. [Positive K] Whattup Max? [Grand Puba] See the vocab is lovely, girls be thinkin of me Other rappers try to be me, competition can't see me so hey, whaddya say, I got the flow y'all If you don't know the time then you better check the Seiko or Timex, I suplex, get biz on the co-ssacks Put em in a line then I ask, "Who's next?" Grand Puba, guaranteed to make a big hit Doin much damage on this two man skit Trying to hold me back won't harm me And when the gear gets too small it's for the Salvation Army So mami, or mida, a way I say, "No one's sweeter!" (Now that's funky!) You see the style I kick is rugged, I shine like a nugget cause in-tense mean you dig it, past tense mean you dug it! So dance, to a light tune, my lit-tle doll Da-nah-nah, da-nah-nah, da-nah-nah, dah Rock me wit, vi-bra-tion Give me a deep med-i-ta-tion there is none betta than Grand Pu-ba Baby be get it all togetha You see the second time around I hope the label don't flake And if they do I go to Drake and say, "Give me a break" Like Toyota say, I say (Oh what a feeling!) I bust the foots of Lionel Richie I caught him dancing on MY ceiling! [Positive K] Pass me the mic, cause I wants to blitz I'm the best thing that came since grits The Prince of Rap, lookin for Cinderella If you see her.. why don't you tell her I got the shoe, in the car out back And if she makes the fit, she's IN, LIKE, THAT and as a matter of fact I'm not an actor, but the main factor Pinpoint and his rhymes is like a protractor I'm intricated, complicated Definitely musically related Rhymes so fly never been outdated Gots to be fly by the way I state it Now of myself, I say I'm a big fan Got more rhymes, than words by the Letterman Positive K, you can say he's low key You might know my name but now look you don't know me I can be nice and flip like the Son of Sam Nobody knows exactly how I am I'm the next and everybody knows it Open tours this year, next year I'ma close it I've got the skills that pays the bills, now here's a quote from Stephanie Mills Don't put a rush on me cause my tempo's slow And if I don't tell you, then how would you know? |
||||||
| 14. |
| 4:39 |
|
|||
|
[Puba]
|
||||||
| 15. |
| 5:26 |
|
|||
|
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 |
||||||
| 16. |
| 4:10 |
|
|||
|
[Grand Puba]
C'mon Alamo, let's swing it Before I get this wreck, I like to take a sec To say this jam here is dedicated to some of my favorites I like to dedicate this to PE, I like to dedicate this to BDP I like to dedicate this to the X-Clan, I like to dedicate this to Heavy D Kiss my mother bye 'fore I hit the road of stardom Put away my rhymes, make sure the pimps got em Just cuz I'm a rapper, doesn't mean I'm not a fan My favorite, Rakim, Big Daddy, Kool G and LL who always keep the girls jingling C'mon honey dip, you can jingle on my (Yo, cool chill) When it comes to female rappers, bust it, here's a few MC Lyte, Queen Latifah, Monie Love, and Linque What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Hats off and I'll never forget Cuz if it wasn't for them, there wouldn't be no rap shit Back to the track of the new For short you can call me MC Grand Pu I made this splendid cuz that's what I intended Don't try to break it cuz you just can't bend it I got a bad habit, see I live hitting skinz Well if hitting skinz is wrong then forgive me for my sins C'mon Ak, I'm straighter than 6 O'clock So what you oughta do is flow wit the flock My sign is the fish, yo, also loving on my disc It's cool, I got dismiss cuz I hated liverwurst But here I am, a rapper, my best friend Pos the dapper Tony X who I grew up wit in a jet so Shake the motion if you got the notion Puba rubs off on ya just like lotion I'm not conceited, girls say that I'm attractive They describe my love and that's being hyperactive I'm just a brother who likes to romance alot Look at me as the black Sir Lancelot That's right, your knight in shining armor If I went to college, then my major would be drama Or theatrics is more like my tactics If you want the proof then lay down on the mattress Swing wit the swinger, I can be a singer Alamo controls the beat wit just one finger If you wanna swing to this, you better take precaution Alamo, when you hook it, make sure there's no distortion Here comes the two, better known as the babuloo bad boys Who makes much noise Two Express, no local stops It's time to get fat and collect our props Kamikaze like Japs, you roll a 7 in craps And if you think that this is booty, yo, it ain't no half Met Lisa Simms, she bought a gear from Vin's The knucklehead got her pregnant, now she got twins The type of brother to stand out, always keep my hand out To help another brother, what is taught by my mother Good to the drip drop and I won't flip flop Straight to the tip top in this here hip-hop My style varies and my vocal carries To El Segundo where I seen Q-Tip Sipping on khaluda wit this honey dip So. c'mon baby, spend the money, don't save it Cuz this jam here I dedicate to some of my favorites (Some of my favorites, some of my favorites) Hey yo, check this out I like to dedicate this to Chuck Chillout (I like to dedicate this to the Awesome Two) I like to dedicate this to Red Alert (And I dedicate this one to Biz Mark) I like to dedicate this to De La Soul (And this one goes to the JB's) I like to dedicate this to EPMD (I like to dedicate this to Kid Capri) I like to dedicate this to Andre (I like to dedicate this to Puffy) I like to dedicate this to the SD's Shout outs |
||||||
|
