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Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah Give the question, I'm tired of brothers guessin The Nubian brought the X a lot of fame But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended That ain't the plan I had and shit like that ain't intended For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac I got a three-oh, so P.O. step back I'm with the uptown baldies, kids that were Lords Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof New York I got the grip, I told ya I told ya This means war, as if by Sister Souljah To think that the X would ever take a fall After gettin all of this, man you're crazy The only way I'd fall is if I got fat and lazy And I won't cause I work real hard Wake up in the morning at the hour of God and make beats Later hit the streets for some forty-fifth sweets So all y'all been told, black youth essential From the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residential That the God, rocks real hard Verse Two: Lord Jamar God damn right, the L-O-R-D, J-A-M-A-R Says peace and Allah U Akbar Back like a motherfuckin head to crack Brand Nubian tracks are filled with black facts Now I ain't Humpty Dumpty chump, see I ain't fallin, you can go call in All the king's horses and all the king's men Try to knock me off you never see another day again My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready And my scope with the laser beam steady So if you're feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck How could I kill a man, well I just don't give a fuck, so Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten We're bound to win, cause God don't like ugly You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged G I don't wanna be the man, I just wanna make jams Cuttin sharp like Edward Scissorhands It's ninety-two and of course we grew seeds they're planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew And if you're thinking that we're a hoe in the game We gettin wreck to your brain |
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[both] It ain't no mystery .. (4X)
"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X) "Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery "Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X) "Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery [Lord Jamar] Well can you tell me where to find that Mystery God I don't see him, so you know the shit is kinda hard I searched and searched, but still there's no sign It's gotta be a trick for the deaf dumb and blind Now would you set up home, and wait for a Mystery God to bring Food, Clothing, and Shelter? Emphatically no! Mathematically that just don't go See me and my people been lost for over 400 years and done tried this Mystery God And all we got was hard times Hunger and nakedness, from the snake that hissed Beaten and killed by the ones who say, "Look to the sky for your piece of the pie" And didn't want to tell you that God's within self Bloodsuckers of the poor wanna keep your wealth Keep you a slave, so you don't misbehave You never know the truth til you're dead in your grave That's when you wanna come back, but there ain't no haps Traps, caught you like a good strong buck, now you're fucked! But my Third Eye helps me see that the Black Man's God and yo it ain't no mystery [both] It ain't no mystery .. (2X) [Sadat X] Who is the Mystery God, have you seen him? You can keep searchin for a trillion years Keep spreadin dates but he never appears Crazy delusions of a big white man Sittin on the throne, magic wand in his hand.. "You go to heaven! Dude, you go to hell!" Churches think this mystery seems to sell Join the 10%, duty to sell the eighty-five You got part of your salary when this old God arrives I'll be gone, jetti, I nix comedy spook John ? is foul, but he still know the truth Organized crime, drop you off in America Land of the brave, watch the man from the cave Used to kneel to the cross for the war with the rappers Used to think it great, to rest ? in plates Used to pray on my knees to the Mystery for G's But instead of gettin G's all I got was free cheese and bad advice, a tie around my neck Shoot on my collar, to cut off my breath But now all that's over, reality rules Deal strictly with the gospel of the ? schools Preacher preacher you could never be my teacher Dealin lies and deceit for some brothers from the street Know that the Black Man is God (the Black Man's God) There is no mystery [both] It ain't no mystery .. (2X) "Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X) "Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery "Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X) "Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery [Lord Jamar] First soul, black like coal The Original One, with the power of the sun Allah's God, always has been always will be Never could be, a fuckin mystery But you pray for Jehovah to come That'll be the day when you leave the slum Until that time, you just keep eatin swine Drinkin cheap wine on the welfare line [Sadat X] Who's the clown, that didn't paint Jesus brown? Everybody knows the man was original When the jam is over I'ma go and take my vegetable check buy a tech let loose in the Vatican Courts writin lies, record company is mad again These Asiatics is racist Because I love the black faces So put your bible in the attic cause I didn't come for static The True and Living G-O-D It ain't no mystery [both] It ain't no mystery .. (2X) "Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X) "Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery "Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X) "Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery |
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"Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!" (2X)
Pass me.. pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin over on my motherfuckin back (4X) [Sadat X] I need seven brothers ready to roll, I mean some real shit Brothers ready to bust, bust again and again Snatch the chains off the door my man, this is a stick-up I ain't bring no funds, just came to snatch the guns Check it, brothers spread throughout the whole damn store Don't leave nothin, don't leave a witness This black man is armed, another man's alarmed This is the next Vietnam, set it off in the North My moms is down with it, pops is committed Something's got to give, I'm like a powder keg Ready to stick a bank, drivin a high-powered tank Newsflash -- Brand Nubian, takin fifty hostages Take em in the basement, feed the punks sausages (Yo if I don't get em) ?? Twinkies from Hostess Shoot the faggot in the back for actin like that From New York, in the East, I'm the black man police I called the cops for a beef that I had, but they didn't do a fuckin thing, tellin me to tone down As if they was a father gettin red in the face and they threatened me with mace.. so check it out (HEY!) So now I'm the wise guy but they ain't tryin to bend That's why I'm here to pretend.. Aiyyo pass the fuckin gat! "Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!" Pass me.. pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin over on my motherfuckin back (4X) [Lord Jamar] Pass me the gat, and just like that, I squeeze like a man posessed from the Old West See I rest in Rule -- keep a tool close You don't want be the learner that my burner makes toast Cause today's mathematics is Uzi Does It I got the automatic stashed in the attic And it's an Emphatic Now Cipher if you think you take the life of me without a fight Huh, I clean my gun with a riprod Here comes the God who don't eat pig lard Lord J-A-motherfuckin-M-A-R Never passive, the crew grows massive We get wreck with the tech, blow your mind with nine Plus we got the shotty for your body Rodney King ain't this God-ly king Before I take a whippin, I'll dump a fuckin clip in the police, who give us no peace, to be deceased I'll have a feast, as I commence to slay the beast So my advice to black men: stay strapped Aiyyo aiyyo yo, pass that.. Pass me.. pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin over on my motherfuckin back (8X) Pass the gat! |
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| 5:07 |
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[Red Foxx] ** best guess **
Follow me! Upon a Black Star Line Off for the rest and for Brand Nubian Now go to Africa again, watch dis! Chorus: repeat 4X [SX] Black Star Line [LJ] It's the Black Star Line [LJ] Everybody come aboard [SX] And free your mind [Sadat X] It's the Black Star Line that's leavin at nine Here's a paid ticket so you can free your mind Playgrounds is filled with visions of steel Grab the black babies IT'S TIME TO BUILD [Lord Jamar] See we got a mental ship somethin like Noah's Ark Spark your brain cell now let's set sail (with no avail) we flowin on a positive trip All Nubians is welcome, male and female [Sadat X] I, wouldn't resort, to askin for a passport Love vibes rule so your black face is cool [Lord Jamar] Cool, but not frozen, a trip for the chosen few.. [Red Foxx] ** best guess ** Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner Goin to Africa, one more time (3X) Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner Goin to Africa, one more time, TRUE! Let me tell you bout Marcus Garvey Born in Jamaica, God left him in country He go to America to make black people free He walk around low and just try make money Him buy up some ship and just start for we America or Africa and live irie We hav some man where wan gonna be Young nasty and just licky licky Some love Marcus Garvey, the place of peace Or peace around it, and dem sparkle up him say I just light up, make the first hungry Writer no block it but just run follow me Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner Goin to Africa, one more time Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner BRAND NUBIAN!! Tell dem one more time [Sadat X] As we look to the stars, they take ours Yeah we got fly cars but you can live in four wheels? We need new approaches, old style is null and void Makes me paranoid, to think that we own the whole ocean yet we can't even drink [Lord Jamar] You couldn't swim the nine thousand so we got you a means of transportation, for the Nubian nation Marcus Garvey had the idea back in the days Doin for self, keepin the wealth I gotta add on and create though the devil thinks it's not the latest fashion Navigatin lost, somethin like a ship's captain Chorus [Red Foxx] ** best guess ** When I'm ova, arms will be raised for the tom-toms Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black (2X) Call me proud to be black, cause I'm not tryin to fuck When I'm proud to be black, I'm not some young eedyot (2X) Be gone! I want no dem I want no dem-dem dem-dem dem-dem Never know they wickedness they haffa come to an end Don't take a no fey word for de white boy dem Awayaa TELL ME - all you get in de end Awayaa TELL ME - all you get isa dem Awayaa TELL ME - all you get more den dey spend C'mon, tell de world black man entertainer Rock dem one and rock entertained Tell the Red Foxx style dem a get When I'm ova, arms will be raised for the tom-toms Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black (2X) [Lord Jamar] Brand Nubian wanna give NUFF respect to the one Marcus Garvey [Sadat X] NUFF respect to Red Foxx [Lord Jamar] Sting International in the house [Sadat X] Dave Kennedy on the boards [Lord Jamar] KnowhatI'msayin? The one Rafael [Sadat X] Nuff respect to the God Sincere [Lord Jamar] Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin? Mark the Spark is in the house And umm, this how we work out For the ninety-two season |
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Peace to the Gods, peace to the Earths
Peace to the positive people of the universe Brand Nubian came to work it like this Ya see, each, and every day Each, and ev-ery wa-ay We're gonna show and prove Teach you the righteous way Peace, to All-ah, and justice, and ju-stice, justice! Peace, to All-ah, and juuhhhhstice! (repeat these two lines throught song) [Lord Jamar] The knowledge, is, the foundation The wisdom is the wa-ay The understanding shows you That you are on your way ... [Lord Sincere] The culture, is our God The power is the truth Equally only shows you That you have planted your roots ... [Sadat X] God, came to teach us Of, the righteous way How, to build and be born On, this glorious day ... [all three] The knowledge, of, the cipher Is, to enlighten you True that true that true that you know That God is right beside you ... |
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| 3:50 |
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[Lord Jamar]
The Godz must be crazy! I said The Godz must be crazy The Godz must be crazy! They said The Godz must be crazy, cause I let my hair go wild Lookin like a nappy nigga child Black folk say, "Cut that bush" Quicker than George Bush, drugs get pushed They want a nigga clean-cut like the Ancient Greeks but the Ancient Greeks, were fuckin freaks I'm gonna let it grow like a forest Ain't choppin shit down, that's why I hear the sound.. [Sadat X] Some days I wake up mad and I don't feel like hearin shit! Put all your talkin to the curb Jack, you don't even know me Keep thinkin wild, crush a kid when live, big on stage at a show, not even fuckin up my cool flow But this country luck's breakin, there's a war against the righteous But I got a gun, and the God got one and his man got one, and we gon' all be armed The scope is aimed at the White House, and still they say The Godz must be crazy.. The Godz must be crazy! They say The Godz must be crazy The Godz must be crazy! (Nobody do I need! Bitch back up! You think The Godz is trizznippin? You flexin! You betta watch yo'self!) [Lord Jamar] They say The Godz must be crazy, cause I don't bow to the cross I even had a Priest get tossed Teacher of lies, kept his sword And when you do, you're gonna praise the Lord Of all things I could, but I don't splurge Won't submerge myself, in material wealth Just health and well-being through All Eye Seeing But 85% of y'all is disagreeing See the Black Man is God and that's an actual fact But everytime I scream it yo I'm under attack With the crack on my people like a monkey on the back Bust it in the brain, fuck it if it leave a stain, no pain no gain Black Man, change your demeanor It's gonna be some shit, when they unleash FEMA We're headin, for Armaggedeon, I'm only spreadin the facts yo But since I'm black, they say that The Godz must be crazy Uh-huh, The Godz must be crazy! They say The Godz must be crazy The Godz must be crazy! [Sadat X] One day I seen a riff, it was three against one Became three against two cause the one man was black Now three against three cause Mark the Spark was with me Four against three cause Daddy-O from Stet was there Was the odds fair? Have they ever been? I proceeded with this plan to cut a hole in the grafted man But then I chilled, I'll wait for the war.. .. then I can off much more! Skulls on the pavement, bones to bones Sawed-off, mix it with, micraphone Whole blocks, filled with, pools of blood Stars and Stripes burned up in the mud C-Cypher-Punks jump up to get beat down Play around with the X and get your eye split We're goin two to the head Sadat X broke bread Who said The Godz must be crazy? |
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| 3:53 |
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"Took a Lear jet, don't fear yet"
[LJ] Ahh, seven o'clock in the motherfuckin mornin "Took a Lear jet, don't fear yet" [LJ] It's time to be out like shout, yaknahmsayin? "My suitcases is packed, and I'm goin on a trip" -> Derek X [LJ] Call the brother Sadat "My suitcases is packed, and I'm goin on a trip" -> Derek X [LJ] See, like this.. [LJ] Aiyyo Peace God [SX] Peace! [LJ] Yo you up? [SX] Yeah I'm up and packed And my bags is at the door [LJ] Well don't forget your leather bomber Where we're goin it's kinda cold I'ma go and kiss my momma and my Grand Old Earth goodbye [SX] Cool, I guess we're splittin Is there anything I'm forgettin? Let me check my room, oh yeah there goes my boom [LJ] Shit, don't forget that [SX] Cause when you travel they sell gravel [LJ] Well I got my own shit - NOW LET'S SPLIT Not like a banana, where we're goin to Savannah Heartland of Georgia, Florida, or Peoria Yo I think here and now know downstairs y'knahmsayin? We gonna come get you, head on over to the airport [SX] The airport staff at LaGuardia knows that Brand Nubian do daily shows Up in the Carolina NORTH, Carolina SOUTH I kick the visit, in Richmond, lost in Boston Benz in Houston, two hours away from Austin [LJ] TEXAS, where you don't see no Lexus Just low cars that bounce [SX] And Taco Bells by the ounce [LJ] Speakin of food, yo Sincere you made it clear We need our meals kosher on this flight Don't want no swine in my sight [GS] Aiyyo God, everything's straight The kid's sendin a limo, to meet us at the gate [LJ] Word that's cool, youknowhatI'msayin? That motherfucker that time sent a fuckin ham sandwich [SX] I conditioned my mind to finally come to grips With knockin out trips like at six hour clips Up in the Cali in the mornin groundstandin BAGGAGE CLAIM AND OUR BAGGAGE WE'RE DEMANDIN [LJ] Now we hit the hotel and unpack the bag Feelin like crap, take a nap from the jet lag WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP for the soundcheck.. before we GETS wreck Now before the show, we gotta have a buddha fest Call every brother's room so we can hit the buddha bless Spark a L, here we go, SPARK ANOTHER L Time for the show yo, and now we're feelin kinda swell Aiyyo X - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT? Aiyyo Sin - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT? Aiyyo Spark - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT? Aiyyo Wise - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT? Jahweil - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT? Now Rule Mob - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT? Everybody - ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE LOOT? Man if we don't have that shit, then shoot [SX] Now if you missed the show you gots to feel this Dreads on stage combine with baldhead kids Now I'm the Hey-Baby man who gets his drinks ? Major in History (defeatin all the mystery) I would think it's plain to see [LJ] We come in the name of G-O-D, GIRLS [SX] Form a line at the hotel [LJ] No this ain't a motel Did you leave the hoe with a story to tell? [SX] Could be, or could be not Dependin on the mental and the body that she's got [LJ] Well I can definitely dig that black man yaknahmsayin? But uhh, let's pack up these bags And get the fuck outta Dodge, word to mother [SX] Yeah and I definitely can get with that black man But I let a.. I wanna let em know ONE thing 'fore we be out [LJ] And.. what's that black man? New York, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out Well D.C., BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out Boston, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out In L.A., BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out Syracuse, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out And Atlanta, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out Virginia Beach, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out And Houston, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out San Francisco, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out And, Miami, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out And Cleveland, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it out Sheboygan.. help me turn it out |
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[Sadat X]
Yeah, check it out, I'ma flow on this one Yeah I'ma run with this for the ninety-two season Yo check it out I'ma give you somethin cat, this is what you need You need a coach and I'm a damn good coach Got the right approach, plus my pop had wins Seed trickled down, six two and brown When _Slow Down_ came out, at first it was MILD hit A minute or two later, brothers on some WILD shit Listen up, capture how I spree Is it you, or is it me? Made a mad verse, from first, stole second Took the third and home it was out That's what I'm about, that Nubian swing Familiar ring, cash register ring Pay the brothers, Jack the Ripper work hard Then I'll be out, check it out, yo Peace God Brand Nubian rock the set! (8X) [Lord Jamar] Yeah Fuck it up Nineteen-ninety-two, uh! Like this y'all Well now this is for your clubs and your old school pubs where niggaz get drunk and give in to the funk Speakin of funk, this here be stink The brothers up North can smell it in the clink Well put down the Right Guard cause you got the right God Matter of fact, we're comin right and exact We got the brainiac style like Miles Davis Save us, in the files of the shit that hit It's time to make a run at five hundred yard dash Five hundred G's sold and the shit went gold Now was that bold, to predict while I kick it? Brand Nubian fights, against the weak and the wicked I got the baldhead dread Sadat and Sincere Oh yes, the God is in here _To the Rear_ makin shit sound clear Plus collect the dough at the end of the show Everybody know Brand Nubian kick that shit on stage Cause it fits in a rage Lord Jamar turn the page cause this rhyme is overflowin And bring in the funky horn Brand Nubian rock the set! (8X) [Sadat X] To really know this flavor you must understand the method I might come up with a style, throw it down and say it's tired Write a next one, smokin a blunt on the rooftop And runnin with the sneakers or aiyyo hightops Thanks to the dread for the roots green Whole body is amped I must contain or appear I might throw the peace at kids, go to rest and wake up goin For days I get set off, I ain't got NO way of knowin How could you fool a ruler? You still smokin wooler? The first round pick, why'd The Knicks trade Rod Strick? That man is nice! You make acts to make tracks, I'm tired of frontin to em Gonna step to em, cause they whole shit is dead I'd rather tell em now, instead of fuckin with they head Tired of frontin, it's like that huh [Lord Jamar] True indeed God y'knahmsayin, ain't no use frontin Word to mother Well don't look at things from the surface A book without understanding is worthless 120 gave me plenty to chew on Planted a seed and it grew (now that's true) On to the road where we got shit sewed when crackin shells, and gettin to the ? I rest in the Rule but don't take it for a joke I got an automatic tool.. don't make it have to smoke Cause yo I'll bust off, In God We Trust, I'm not soft When I'm droppin it, I'm just the opposite Now that's hard.. Study lesson about Farad and Elijah Won't suprise you to chill with God.. of the Universe, so when U.N.I.Verse we gain a better understanding Which is supreme, risin to the top like my Nubian team and we don't stop! Brand Nubian rock the set! (repeat to before fade) [ad libs to outro] |
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| 4:36 |
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[Sadat X]
Aiyyo Jamar I got a girl that's bad! (uh-huh) But she don't understand my ways.. (why's that?) Arguin days after days after days.. [Lord Jamar] Well I can dig it See I done had some fly ones But they try to get just that, thought I'd like to chase the cat But I'm not a Dog, God is who you're lookin at Couldn'ta tooken that, bullcrap, you woulda caught a jack [Sadat X] I told her, "Yo the first thing is when the telephone rings It ain't really nuthin but noise" You wanna flip and lose your poise? [Lord Jamar] Now they quick to flip, but yo honey get a grip You gotta understand I'm a man with needs that needs fulfilling And if you ain't with it somebody else is willing You gotta love me, or leave me alone You gotta love me, or leave me alone You gotta love me or leave me alone *4X* [Sadat X] I got this good thing girl, it's the righteous love Not that quick on the top, one shop hop I'll make your knees get wet in the places I'll pet I'll make you breathe, faster than you can believe Within your hole I'll use my control And the final burst, I'll hold *reggae chat* until it comes Backscratches added up in sums Didn't your momma teach you bout bonin a man? Bent my dick so bad that I ran Now I'll, freak of the week, or ride the quest of a yardgirl's hips Your pussy can't see these lips I keep my tongue in my mouth.. cause I can't see down South Vulgar? Maybe, obscene with the purpose Sayin, "I'ma do my own thing, bein I'm my own King.. and it's up to you to follow" So on your Wisdom I'll shine my light Bring forth the seed, created in the night You gotta love me, or leave me alone You gotta love me or leave me alone *4X* [Lord Jamar] The degree, love hella right, get it right Either all the above, or it ain't true love I ain't down for a honey who don't wanna submit Always throwin a fit, wanna talk a lot of shit but love to get hit from behind Gettin crazy joy from my Lazy-Boy that reclines Seems the only time we're not in a fight.. is when I'm layin the pipe.. You don't want me to bone another chick Quick to claim my name and my dick But when I tell you get off the swine and get refined You act like you're blind and you lost your damn mind See I'm not the kind to let a woman run it How my man Rick say it? _I Shouldn't Have Done It_ is what I'd be saying if you was runnin the show No hoe, there's no gold, the G-O-D know the time on the Sun and the Moon and the Stars Dance to the tune of Lord Jamar And if you're actin tone def it's your own mental death Huh, you gotta love me, or leave me alone You gotta love me, or leave me alone You gotta love me or leave me alone *4X* |
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"Say one for the treble, two for the bass
One for the treble, two for the bass" (2X) "Say one for the treble, two for the bass" (6X) "And I'm guaranteed, I'll steal ya 'ho When I'm on the micraphone doin my show" (4X) [Lord Jamar] Well everytime I rock a rhyme that show Jamar is intellectual Girls, STILL wanna get sexual They try to pull me offstage, hopin that we can engage, in some sexual escapades Grabbin for the jewels of the fam Actin like they never seen God rock a jam in they lifetime, grabbin my lifeline To flow fluid like Alaskan pipeline Now brothers get jeal' when they see the God swell Mad, cause we got your girl under a spell Me and her had a talk, and yo she said she wouldn't tell Now I got her on a train on her way to New Rochelle Your girl wanna stroke but yo I didn't provoke Now I got a leg behind a head and a yolk ("Now girl flex, time to have to sex") And next time bring a friend for my man Sadat X And Sincere, who's hittin honies from the rear Goin strong, lastin long, cause he drinkin a stout beer We don't fear if your man blood boil Cause we know a place with some nice soft soil So check the heartthrob, proceed to rob ya 'ho By the way, we rocked the show "One for the treble, two for the bass" "Say one for the treble, two for the bass" (3X) "And I'm guaranteed, I'll steal ya 'ho When I'm on the micraphone doin my show" (4X) [Sadat X] A quick move at a jam, homegirl got her hand in my pocket, yo' girl, the one you call squeeze Dreamin bout the X and ruinin her sheets I'm kinda cool black, aight? I mean I'm straight on the girl tip, but when your girl do a dip with her skirt on you know I puts a hurt on it daddy So check it.. you know the crew that wanna act like that? Wanna play the front with the poom poom fat? Talk about your man, yeah yeah he got a gat But at the end of night, you in the ho-tel And if you ain't alla of that, you play the mo-tel Yo I ain't the one for it if you can't control your girl Take her by the pants and put a lock on it And if that shit don't work, then throw the glock on it Mad stacks and numbers but I can't remember faces Much less places, but I DAMN sure know the races Strictly for weaker or a sweet soul sister Be thankful that I didn't hit your girl I coulda DISSED her But I lounged and maintained But don't front cat, yo don'tcha slumber I still know honey and I still got the number So you be cool aight? "And I'm guaranteed, I'll steal ya 'ho When I'm on the micraphone doin my show" (4X) "One for the treble, two for the bass" "Say one for the treble, two for the bass" (9X) |
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| 3:53 |
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["Some get over the hump... bootleggin!
Some go down in the dark! Bootleggin. Some get over the hump... bootleggin! Some go down in the dark! Bootleggin. Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!"] Verse One: Sadat X I've been watching you for about two weeks Selling phony imitations of myself if I chose to wild I might flip or break your table Strong arms tappin all your pockets Look, look at this tape, loose ass plastic Copy machine picture damn straight I'm gonna hit ya But I don't cause I maintain, you're just a common street peddler offender, the question revolves Is the record company involved? Hmm, dig the reality, is that I'm bein played Should somebody take the weight cause my pocket's like on E That I can't see, therefore I burnt teeth When I find the source to my loss of income I gots ta see him Jack, yo I gots ta see And the street vendor out there, don't steal don't sell my tape I don't give a fuck about the plea that you coppin Everyone's got problems sellin my tape ain't gonna solve em On my ave... holdin your eye with a heatin pad Dig the scene cat, knowledge the crime, know the time Or you'll be out much more than a dime ["So many fingers... steady bootleggin! Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin! So many fingers... steady bootleggin! Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin! Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!"] Verse Two: Lord Jamar A kick in the ass from a leg and a boot Constitute the right to shoot one who steals my loot Bang bang like it ain't no thing to the bastard Who sold my shit before it's mastered Now how the fuck did you get a copy? It's an inside job or the security is sloppy But nevertheless I'm doin my best to solve this mess I find out, I blow a hole in his chest It's black music that they wanna discredit Garth Brooks ain't bootlegged cause they'd never let it happen, that's why I'm cappin and slappin All the motherfuckers sellin tapes to young black kids rappin They try to say hardcore don't sell But everywhere I go they killed my shit well New York to California everywhere in between know the flavor of the God so what the fuck do you mean? I gotta get my props in ninety-two it's up to you the listener to do your part and buy that bullshit from the start I can't get back what I don't receive Best believe they got a trick up they sleeve ["Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on! Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on. Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on! Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on."] |
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[Sadat X]
Cool-ass Al, he got a badge from the neighborhood yo Fly police car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now check it out Now Al used to rob, used to smoke, used to steal and he rolled a mean game of dice A factor boostin he was nice as he proved on the daily tip at Macy's, he and this kid up in Lacy's Throw his head to blow when he turned into a Fed I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his head There's two fit ill, glock cops, with passion Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes Another brother, a sister or somebody's pops And when I see Al, he never stops unless it's to make an arrest He can't kick it, unless he writes a ticket He got a nasty way, attitude everyday It makes me kinda mad cause I really can't hit him But brothers scheamin to get him (Shoot 'im inna de busta bumba claat) At any level the worst devil is a black one And if you see one you gots to attack 'um One day, I had the cell lit, up on Lewis Park Cool Al appears, backs up, fresh Clarks It's a hot day black, and the sun's beamin down but I gotta get on the ground? You're, sworn to whitey, do you think that you're mighty? You take the honor of bein the black Bull Carter It's a shame cause use done out your righteous name for a little rank and more fame You're whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump so instead of warnin brothers, better hide and take the picture You know the brothers wanna hit ya ("Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!") So carry your gun, especially off duty Don't forget that there's a price on the booty Hidin upstate won't make you safe By the way, are you of Christian faith? Then prepare to meet your Mystery, become a place in history Force come shot down with some brothers from Uptown And if we're not totally through Then you'll be left black and blue Man these black ones is just as bad as the motherfuckin white ones They get a BULLSHIT badge, and think that they God But yo I ain't havin that shit, I put a hole in they fuckin ass Then they see who's God Comin in our midst causin this motherfuckin confusion? I send that ass back to the essence quick fast [Lord Jamar] I knew a cop named Roy, a good nigga boy To pull the trigger on another brother was a joy boy Didn't give a FUCK if your face was black He'll blow out your back, and say you sold crack He'll see you in your car and don't like your look He got beef with gold teeth so now you're a crook Flash the lights, pull to the right Put up a fight, well say night night, cause Roy boy might pull out the heater, for him there's nuttin sweeter Eight to your head, from his nine millimeter Roy had a thing about young black males He wanna see em dead or either locked in jail Down with every drug bust, for him it was a lust Kickin down doors is like dickin down whores I remember when he was a rookie, a tough cookie Beatin down kids for playin hookie You see Roy is the type of ne-gro with a alter-ego that's illegal He like shakin down niggaz on the block Take you face down, let you hear the sound of the hammer cock! No need to fill out a report Cause everybody know Roy doesn't get caught Now he's feeling like Superman to the trooper stand, with an Uzi in his hand Now Roy's gotta answer The pig's gonna get smoked like cancer, sticks for all the tricks that Roy's ever played Toy with the wrong nigga, boy you get, sprayed For all the fucked up shit, that you put a brother through Black man, learn to love you Cause even if you're dead, me and my crew will beat you in your head, and leave your ass full of lead Black and blue |
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("Get nothin' but a beat down!")
Refrain 4x Punks jump up to get beat down! ("Get nothin' but a beat...") Sadat X: One day when I was ridin' on the train I seen these two kids talkin' about the Nubian reign had fallen. I didn't say nothin' cuz these kids caught my goat, even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote. So this kid with mouth swagger 'n I'll blaze the cloak and dagger so I gotta show Dukes the macho lot that I am. I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham, oh yes, I'm the bad man, and bad men wear black. And if it comes to droppin' bombs, yo, I'm with that. Though I can freak, fly, floow, fuck up a faggot. Don't understand their ways I ain't down with gays. You wanna grab the style that was made from my mom and my dad, when I was young I used to run with a notepad. Then dimes knew and somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone... black prodigy since the age of twen-ty. I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one, right on the spot, sign my name with a dot. Diamond D threw me some smooth shit, Bronx crowd roar. Stick up your wack jam, everybody hit the floor. Okay it's you, Slim, the hard rock of the pack, don't wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin'. Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen. Why did I have to do it? He asked for it. His man saw it, so it don't mean shit to me. He's gone, that's how it's supposed to be....check it out now. I ain't goin' out, man that short shit is dead, have you heard what I said? If not, ask the dread. He got a can and that's bad...similar to the one that I got from my own dad. Refrain 4x Lord Jamar: Your punk ass'll be grass quick fast like my name was flash when a nigga try and rob me for my cash. You thought you had a sweet vic, a nice pick, but you didn't anticipate that I might be sick. Now who's the trick, cuz I'm not a up. (No, no-no-no!) I always do the fuckin', just might do the buckin'. I leave my Nikes stuck in your rectum, till you learn Brand Nubian, yo, you gotta respect 'em. Dissect 'em, yo, our word is bond regardless. To my what, and do the Puma strut. So step the fuck off, before I punch you in your face, with the mothafuckin' bass! Then you're gonna taste blood in your mouth, it's gonna flood south to the ground, and you're gonna know I don't fuck around. So if you think you had two soft newjacks, we're gonna have to off you with a few cracks to the jaw and you won't pop that shit no more. Explainin' to your friends why you're layin' on the floor. Did you want some more? I didn't think so. Just got whipped like a faggot in the clink, so I suggest you take your bloody mess and find a piece of wire, fix your broken jaw, then it's time to retire. Lord Jamar will live long, cuz I give strong blows the heads of my foes. Dread flows, gives me power as it grows. Watch how rass-cladda you catch the speed knot, heed not, and hell will be your home, Lord Jamar, Sadat, as we swell your dome. Refrain 4x |
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