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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
[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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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
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 |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
Intro: Sadat X
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, straight from the wilds of The Bronx, it's Buckwild, y'knowI'msayin? And that kid Sadat X born king, doin my thing KnowI'msayin? I let'cha know how it is in my lifestyle everyday Verse One: Sadat X Lately yo, I been walkin tightropes It's an adventure everyday as I walk down the block Quiet baldhead is like a bad motherfucker All charged up from Madison Ave. I'm up on the stage if you read the front page Give me the ol' school mic wiv a cord I'll stand on the table, give a fuck about a label Now, we all can't brawl, we all can't brawl It'll be your downfall when you're goin like this Is it the cash or the hash from my stash that compells you? Gas kids throw me but my crew bring me back They stay on my back so I don't act like alladat Hook: Busta Rhymes Now all these niggas carry on like they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Now all these niggas carry on when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Verse Two: Sadat X Late one night, 55th outpost Chickenhead watchin to see who she can catch She got a man, I can tell cos the action in her eyes ain't nervous, a young sassy thing She call me a playa, standin on the corner wiv her whole dime crew I'm ridin down the block wiv her girlfriend In the next nigga's car, lookin like a star Shades, blackness, packed his whole damn frame Ya got to be down to *?starts?* about the booty Cos Sonny Lamb packs the wham It's all good, yeah it's all good See it attracts kids that are sweater A nigga like me'll be the first to forgetta So now she all mad, bringin drama to the crib Go ahead, chickenhead, wit the funk You get played like trash if you act like you'd always have and you always will Chickenheads is only good for a thrill Hook: Busta Rhymes Yo yo, yo they think they alladat, they think they alladat All these bitches carry on when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Verse Three: Sadat X Now my cheques jam and I waited all damn week And if I flip em the bad guy, you wonder why When the corner officers and nobody can call me back and everybody claims to know nothin And these is the peoples that's down wit me supposedly, lays on my side, yeah right They let a nigga die in the night if you let em You can get wild, flip, go grab the mask But it damn sure slow-up the cash cos I know ya be a menace to society, still waitin for the dough The thinkin man is the one with the plan Plant his seeds first then be ready to burst It's like that, huh? My name is X from the hot blocks of Harlem Take it personally when you try to stop my stardom Use to be mild, find myself gettin wild Got to slow down for my girl and my child Cos I love life and I gots ta live it and everytime I get on stage I'ma move sometin And you can never say the X didn't hit'cha Aiyo, I put it on ya, but first I warn ya This ain't no average skit, this is a hit More than you hit, better than your best shit better than your man's shit, better than his cousin's shit better than your whole block, buck once and then ya come wit that nons.... Interlude: Sadat X talking Aight, hey Buck, when you bring what you bring to the game and when I bring what I bring to the game, it's dangerous that I can't even call it. But we gonna end it off like this, y'knowI'msayin? On some Bronx town shit, check it out Verse Four: Sadat X The big X has spoken, courtesy of Buck A Bronx hoe-down similar to the showdown Won't you place a bet on ya man You know my style and you know where I stand I'ma leave you on wit the real for right now Peace to Brand Nubian, Now Rule and Buckwild But right now, peep the master of the headnod Hit New York harder and smarter, thieves attack, now stay back Tainted styles don't pass the grade A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave Hook: Busta Rhymes Yo, all these niggas think they hard when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat All these bitches act like sluts when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Now all these fraud niggas are bitches when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Fuck dem niggas out there who think they alladat They think they alladat, they thunk they alladat Fuck dem niggas, fuck dem bitches Fuck dem fraud ass, motherfuckers Fake ass niggas HAH! |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Clean Version] (1994)
Intro: Sadat X
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, straight from the wilds of The Bronx, it's Buckwild, y'knowI'msayin? And that kid Sadat X born king, doin my thing KnowI'msayin? I let'cha know how it is in my lifestyle everyday Verse One: Sadat X Lately yo, I been walkin tightropes It's an adventure everyday as I walk down the block Quiet baldhead is like a bad motherfucker All charged up from Madison Ave. I'm up on the stage if you read the front page Give me the ol' school mic wiv a cord I'll stand on the table, give a fuck about a label Now, we all can't brawl, we all can't brawl It'll be your downfall when you're goin like this Is it the cash or the hash from my stash that compells you? Gas kids throw me but my crew bring me back They stay on my back so I don't act like alladat Hook: Busta Rhymes Now all these niggas carry on like they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Now all these niggas carry on when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Verse Two: Sadat X Late one night, 55th outpost Chickenhead watchin to see who she can catch She got a man, I can tell cos the action in her eyes ain't nervous, a young sassy thing She call me a playa, standin on the corner wiv her whole dime crew I'm ridin down the block wiv her girlfriend In the next nigga's car, lookin like a star Shades, blackness, packed his whole damn frame Ya got to be down to *?starts?* about the booty Cos Sonny Lamb packs the wham It's all good, yeah it's all good See it attracts kids that are sweater A nigga like me'll be the first to forgetta So now she all mad, bringin drama to the crib Go ahead, chickenhead, wit the funk You get played like trash if you act like you'd always have and you always will Chickenheads is only good for a thrill Hook: Busta Rhymes Yo yo, yo they think they alladat, they think they alladat All these bitches carry on when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Verse Three: Sadat X Now my cheques jam and I waited all damn week And if I flip em the bad guy, you wonder why When the corner officers and nobody can call me back and everybody claims to know nothin And these is the peoples that's down wit me supposedly, lays on my side, yeah right They let a nigga die in the night if you let em You can get wild, flip, go grab the mask But it damn sure slow-up the cash cos I know ya be a menace to society, still waitin for the dough The thinkin man is the one with the plan Plant his seeds first then be ready to burst It's like that, huh? My name is X from the hot blocks of Harlem Take it personally when you try to stop my stardom Use to be mild, find myself gettin wild Got to slow down for my girl and my child Cos I love life and I gots ta live it and everytime I get on stage I'ma move sometin And you can never say the X didn't hit'cha Aiyo, I put it on ya, but first I warn ya This ain't no average skit, this is a hit More than you hit, better than your best shit better than your man's shit, better than his cousin's shit better than your whole block, buck once and then ya come wit that nons.... Interlude: Sadat X talking Aight, hey Buck, when you bring what you bring to the game and when I bring what I bring to the game, it's dangerous that I can't even call it. But we gonna end it off like this, y'knowI'msayin? On some Bronx town shit, check it out Verse Four: Sadat X The big X has spoken, courtesy of Buck A Bronx hoe-down similar to the showdown Won't you place a bet on ya man You know my style and you know where I stand I'ma leave you on wit the real for right now Peace to Brand Nubian, Now Rule and Buckwild But right now, peep the master of the headnod Hit New York harder and smarter, thieves attack, now stay back Tainted styles don't pass the grade A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave Hook: Busta Rhymes Yo, all these niggas think they hard when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat All these bitches act like sluts when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Now all these fraud niggas are bitches when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Fuck dem niggas out there who think they alladat They think they alladat, they thunk they alladat Fuck dem niggas, fuck dem bitches Fuck dem fraud ass, motherfuckers Fake ass niggas HAH! |
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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
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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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
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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from Brand Nubian - Fire In The Hole (2004)
"You'll be always mine... all through your life
think you'll find, you'll be always mine... all through your life, think you'll find you'll be always mine" (Sadat X) You gon' always be mine, no matter who else in line And deep down, you know that in your heart We occasionally live life dreams Time stood still, and split up the seams Years can be brutal but it served you well You mighta gained a pound but I can't tell Who me? I'm in the same vein, healthy Not as wealthy as I wanna be, but I'm aight But to you that never mattered anyway I couldn't stand in yo' way when you choose to grow Said you had to follow yo' lifelong dreams to the lands of the stars, cameras, lights Bright sunny days and we parted our ways Then the hourglass with the sand slipped fast Now we are where we are today, in oh-four And maybe it'll happen once more But if don't, know our time together was golden Memories I'ma keep holdin, and know I'm here And one more thing my dear ("All through your life, think you'll find") ("You'll be always mine... all through your life think you'll find, you'll be always mine...") (Lord Jamar) Yo, we first met in junior high I was so shy, you was so fly At first I done knew you would be mine Clocked in, started doin my time Walkin you home, hours, we talked on the phone Eventually, we started to bone In a whirlwind, you became my girlfriend We used to both rock the matchin Sherlings With the sweatshirts, with our names on it On the back it had our love proclaimed on it Then we broke up, and got back together Then we broke up, and got back together It was like that, for what seemed forever Then it got to the point that we had to sever The years had passed And wouldn't you know it, met and her yo we crossed paths And I have to laugh Cause it didn't take nuttin for a nigga to smash, cause ("All through your life, think you'll find") ("You'll be always mine... all through your life think you'll find, you'll be always mine...") (Grand Puba) I couldn't wait to walk to school each day And wait for you to pass my way (uh-huh) I never really had nuttin to say, but how ya doin, and have a nice day Until one day, one Monday I put the mack down, recess playground Ever since then homegirl been down Feelin my style cause I wasn't no clown From, element through the college days Did shows after school, used to bring you backstage We reminisce on how we used to play When I got sick, you got sick the same days Okay? (okay) you know how that go (yeah) Mom at work, so we got the fo' Half hour for the cleanup then you out the do' Walked down one flight to be safe fo' sho' After, all that shorty love still with it How I put my thang down and the way I hit it, so ("All through your life, think you'll find") ("You'll be always mine... all through your life think you'll find, you'll be always mine...") |
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from Brand Nubian - Foundation (1999)
No, Flagro
Uh, what!! Yeah, Brand Nu' comin' through Long Island, Harlem World, all out, all out Let's talk abou tit What, yeah, now put ya hands up Uh, what, now put ya hands up Put ya hands up Now get ya back up off the wall [Sadat X] I'm better feeling than running raw Chain gang link I need a shrink What y'all niggaz think I'ma do when I get real money Iano keys played in series Peace to Lil' Cease Microphone track board, loose chord, oh Lord Promo number one Sadat X had a grenade And the have next day I smashed the shit Allie played Now we delayed by ninety days You better find me anyways You better return to the Terrordome, ain't nobody home Non-haters play the corner in the elevator Crash crews smack the open palm so you don't bruise You push a button and what happens nothing I push one and there's a man with a gun in the doorway I'm in 4A, I been in there all day I had some smokes, some bitches and chicken on a slab There's enough for everybody so y'all niggaz don't grab Chorus: Loon Come on, come on, come on, yo So get your back up off the wall What, I said dance, come on, come on So put your hands up Stop frontin and pop somethin Cornball niggaz stay frontin ain't got nothin Mad cause the life I lead, twice ya speed Brown-skinned mami, that's the wife I need Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed Tryin to ball with y'all but I might just flee [Lord Jamar] The second coming of Christ I'll make you run for your life It's like a gun up against a knife You can never win, when we fight to the end I'm tight with the pen Don't be going off the head, cause they be blown off the head And showin off the skills of the mentally dead I do the knowledge before any words get said Herbs get me red, hold on, Simply Red Pimps be dead in rap, everybody's fed with that Y'all could go ahead with that I'm trying to show you where my head is at Dread be the positive black Drop the B, you get lack See you when you get back Lyrical three-pack, spiritual miracle Uhh, Lord Jamar the imperial Microphone serial killer, urban guerilla You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit seriosu Slap the taste out of your mouth, then break out Chorus [Grand Puba] Now I'ma put a rush up on molasses Breeze on through like easy passes Wiggle more asses than aerobic classes El kabong, my people blaze them trees up like Cheech and Chong Get that ass open like a pair of butt cheeks in thong For sure dog, I don't mean to come off pushy Blaze your party hot, and have it smelling like D'bussy Spit my phlegm and drop my gem Collect my wins and copy the Benz with the icy rims I be dramatical, mathematical, radical thriller The mic killa wreckin more shit than Godzilla Matter of fact I'm more iller, knock your shit off the pillar The four-wheeler touched every flava but vanilla You know my name, my game, so shorty shake that thang I get you open like them ball-head niggaz on Rogaine Spit my flow all the way from New Ro' to Acapulco, white poos brown like cocoa Flip flows def like so so Chorus |
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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
[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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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
[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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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
[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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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
Verse One: Lord Jamar
7 in the mornin, they kickin down my momma's door Now tell me what is this motherfuckin drama for? Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress? Then they put the Glock to my chest Best think 'fore I twitch or I'm popped off to the clink with this bitch ass cop They gotta nigga locked like the dread on my head, jack And if I try to fight back, well then I'm dead, black I got the right to an attorney and to stay silent They got the right to try to burn me if I play violent I know the game so I just roll with the procedure Illegal search and seizure, somethin that they're doin at their leisure Down at the station, interrogation is takin place Overcrowded jails but for me they're makin space Tell the devil to his face he can suck my dick It's the whole black race that they're fuckin with Come to find my crime was lettin brothers know the time Only the devil is stoppin me from eatin swine And plus my prior record sealed my fate One For All and In God We Trust got me sent upstate But still I won't bite my tongue I just write tight shit to incite the young, to fight the one who keeps them on a level that's minimum That's the number one reason Chorus: (sample of Luther Ingram's "I'm Tryin To Sing A Message To You") (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time *repeat* Verse Two: Sadat X I was frustrated, I can't do no more push-ups Niggas be swole up, locked down cos of a hold-up "The devil made me do it" is what I say Got some bad news on my one phone call the other day "I love the kids and I teach em to love their father I'll get you some kicks and try to send some flicks but it's over, baby, yes it's over" Ain't much you can do when you're holdin a phone A million inmates but ya still alone You're not cryin but inside ya dyin You might cry in the night when ya safe and outta sight Damn I miss my peeps and the rides in the jeeps and my, casual freedom, where's my crew when I need em? A visit ain't the same like being in the game but I'll take it, at least with that I'll make it The beast is a bitch and I see it I do the knowledge to em, so next time I can do em "Yo X, I got ta lock it now but write me real soon I know that you're a busy man, give me a minute" You can never know the penal til you been locked the fuck up in it Chorus: This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) (x12) (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time *repeat to fade* |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Clean Version] (1994)
Verse One: Lord Jamar
7 in the mornin, they kickin down my momma's door Now tell me what is this motherfuckin drama for? Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress? Then they put the Glock to my chest Best think 'fore I twitch or I'm popped off to the clink with this bitch ass cop They gotta nigga locked like the dread on my head, jack And if I try to fight back, well then I'm dead, black I got the right to an attorney and to stay silent They got the right to try to burn me if I play violent I know the game so I just roll with the procedure Illegal search and seizure, somethin that they're doin at their leisure Down at the station, interrogation is takin place Overcrowded jails but for me they're makin space Tell the devil to his face he can suck my dick It's the whole black race that they're fuckin with Come to find my crime was lettin brothers know the time Only the devil is stoppin me from eatin swine And plus my prior record sealed my fate One For All and In God We Trust got me sent upstate But still I won't bite my tongue I just write tight shit to incite the young, to fight the one who keeps them on a level that's minimum That's the number one reason Chorus: (sample of Luther Ingram's "I'm Tryin To Sing A Message To You") (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time *repeat* Verse Two: Sadat X I was frustrated, I can't do no more push-ups Niggas be swole up, locked down cos of a hold-up "The devil made me do it" is what I say Got some bad news on my one phone call the other day "I love the kids and I teach em to love their father I'll get you some kicks and try to send some flicks but it's over, baby, yes it's over" Ain't much you can do when you're holdin a phone A million inmates but ya still alone You're not cryin but inside ya dyin You might cry in the night when ya safe and outta sight Damn I miss my peeps and the rides in the jeeps and my, casual freedom, where's my crew when I need em? A visit ain't the same like being in the game but I'll take it, at least with that I'll make it The beast is a bitch and I see it I do the knowledge to em, so next time I can do em "Yo X, I got ta lock it now but write me real soon I know that you're a busy man, give me a minute" You can never know the penal til you been locked the fuck up in it Chorus: This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) (x12) (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) This time and day Ooooh, gotta run for time *repeat to fade* |
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from Brand Nubian - Fire In The Hole (2004)
(Grand Puba)
Uhh ("through the coming years") through the coming years ("life, will grow sweeter") life is gon' get much sweeter y'all ("through the coming years") Through the coming years ("life, will grow sweeter") Now I heard the silliest shit from this crackhead bitch I asked her why she smoked that shit - she said, "We all can't be rich" She said, "I'm hopeless, like a penny with a hole in my soul" Then she asked me my goal, I said to live to grow old And watch my seeds grow and teach those who need to know And if my shorties need me, deliver like Dominos See the name of the game of life is maintain Your mind won't grow if you can't feed the brain Through the comin years a lot of blood sweat and tears Poured a lot of beers for my niggaz who ain't here My pops used to school me - I'ma keep it real wit'chu You can play the corner all you want 'til one day it's gon' get you Got to get up, get out and get somethin Or you can sit around all day and do nothin See that's the main reason why that we pour a lot of beer Cause there's mad niggaz gone but the corner's still there so (Chorus) ("through the coming years... life, will grow sweeter") ("through the coming years... life, will grow sweeter") (Lord Jamar) They say you only get better with age Fine wine gets better with time, fruit get ripe on the vine Truth bring light when it shines I'm at my best, like Tyson in his prime And that goes for the raps and the beats I make songs for those tryin to escape but trapped in the streets And y'all 'bout to see that I'm 'bout to be on MTV Lookin off a penthouse balcony And I've been fuckin with birds like falcons, we off the handle and steel like alchemy Just for keepin it real like Malcolm, G OD it'll all reveal When they, crown me king then you all will kneel I'm 'bout to, drop some shit that you all will feel The seed's been planted, now look at all the vegetation I'm tryin to see my family straight for generations Gimme my reparations (Chorus) (Sadat X) I'm not the richest, not by far And I ain't got 24 inches on the car And I doubt that you'll ever see me at the car show And I work every day, ain't got that star dough But my daughter keep me grounded Surrounded by good friends and my brothers, and a few others that I met on the road, like here and abroad And the Brand Nubian name remain with respect All of us still here and that's much MORE than a check Still growin and our family correct, tap the bottle And I guess you could say that I'm a role model of how to make it without hittin the lotto, and that's life From a man to a boy, from build to destroy We born again, yo it's back on again One more trip across the globe One more run for the roses, the door never closes Until we shut it right (Chorus) |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
["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" * |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
[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 |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
[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 |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
Intro:
Y'all niggas hurry up. Go in there, buck them niggas and get the fuck out, don't be playin, dogg playin, yahearwhutI'msayin? Kill them niggas and get the fuck back so we can stay ballin, we'll be chillin right here "Eh nigga, I wanna know if you're ready to do this shit? You ready to do this shit or what, motherfucker? And don't be actin like no pussy when we get the fuck out, man" "Is you down, nigga?" ---> O-Dog [Lord Jamar] Well if you're down say you're down, if you're scared, say you scared This is the real, don't fuck around and come unprepared or you might lose your life on the mean streets Middle of the night when the motherfuckin fiends meet Hold your grip tight yo, don't let it slip You gotta keep your tool for the fools that wanna trip And if they wanna trip, send em on a vacation All expenses paid for a devil's cremation Can't be no contemplation, cos if he busts first you're gettin burst, uhh Layin on your back, I guess what I'm sayin, black, is that if you ain't down then don't fuck around "Is you down, nigga?" Cos the shit gets thick in my town This ain't a TV show or a song from the radio Murder on the streets, yo, is at a high ratio So it ain't no time for playin You takes the 9 and I'ma be sprayin Now what the fuck's this look in your eye? You're lookin nervous, nigga Earlier tonight you was all ready to service, nigga Now your trigger ain't got no itch You're attitude switch like a motherfuckin bitch I can see thru your expression that you're vessin Feelin crazy pet, lookin like you wanna jet But now the shit is obvious, you just can't deal I gotta find another nigga down for the real, "Is you down, nigga?" Are you down for the real? [Sadat X] Real lifestyle's where niggas run wild Day after day the product line is a mile A nigga got his eye aimed on what's mines I gots ta lay low cos my PO is thorough He keep checkin every borough cos my address pad is thick Niggas be actin wild cos they girl be on my dick This kid downtown don't like me, he say he want me dead He even put up cash and put a price on my head At first I can't sweat it but my little man got hit We had a lotta thrills but now he's buried in the catskills Rumour has it, that bein with me's a target My crew go less and less and I resort to wearin a vest Ain't got no type of fans, just me and my mans We be drawin up plans that include the use of guns Try to stay alive so we can spare no use of funds A month or two blows, a whole year blows Are we still on our toes as we guzzle all the Moet? Two drunken poets as the first shots hit My man don't duck quick and gets hit in the chest I just got nicked cos I had on the vest Now I'm dashin, cars in the garage Run past the Path'. run past the Dodge Rumble for the keys, made it to my shit The AK can spray now niggas is gettin hit, "Is you down, nigga?" Are you down for the real? Chorus: Are you down for the real, motherfuckers?, "Is you down, nigga?" Are you down for the real..............? , "Is you down, nigga?" Now are you down with the real ass niggas? , "Is you down, nigga?" Now tell me if you're down for the real? , "Is you down, nigga?" *repeat* "Is you down, nigga?" (x10) |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Clean Version] (1994)
Intro:
Y'all niggas hurry up. Go in there, buck them niggas and get the fuck out, don't be playin, dogg playin, yahearwhutI'msayin? Kill them niggas and get the fuck back so we can stay ballin, we'll be chillin right here "Eh nigga, I wanna know if you're ready to do this shit? You ready to do this shit or what, motherfucker? And don't be actin like no pussy when we get the fuck out, man" "Is you down, nigga?" ---> O-Dog [Lord Jamar] Well if you're down say you're down, if you're scared, say you scared This is the real, don't fuck around and come unprepared or you might lose your life on the mean streets Middle of the night when the motherfuckin fiends meet Hold your grip tight yo, don't let it slip You gotta keep your tool for the fools that wanna trip And if they wanna trip, send em on a vacation All expenses paid for a devil's cremation Can't be no contemplation, cos if he busts first you're gettin burst, uhh Layin on your back, I guess what I'm sayin, black, is that if you ain't down then don't fuck around "Is you down, nigga?" Cos the shit gets thick in my town This ain't a TV show or a song from the radio Murder on the streets, yo, is at a high ratio So it ain't no time for playin You takes the 9 and I'ma be sprayin Now what the fuck's this look in your eye? You're lookin nervous, nigga Earlier tonight you was all ready to service, nigga Now your trigger ain't got no itch You're attitude switch like a motherfuckin bitch I can see thru your expression that you're vessin Feelin crazy pet, lookin like you wanna jet But now the shit is obvious, you just can't deal I gotta find another nigga down for the real, "Is you down, nigga?" Are you down for the real? [Sadat X] Real lifestyle's where niggas run wild Day after day the product line is a mile A nigga got his eye aimed on what's mines I gots ta lay low cos my PO is thorough He keep checkin every borough cos my address pad is thick Niggas be actin wild cos they girl be on my dick This kid downtown don't like me, he say he want me dead He even put up cash and put a price on my head At first I can't sweat it but my little man got hit We had a lotta thrills but now he's buried in the catskills Rumour has it, that bein with me's a target My crew go less and less and I resort to wearin a vest Ain't got no type of fans, just me and my mans We be drawin up plans that include the use of guns Try to stay alive so we can spare no use of funds A month or two blows, a whole year blows Are we still on our toes as we guzzle all the Moet? Two drunken poets as the first shots hit My man don't duck quick and gets hit in the chest I just got nicked cos I had on the vest Now I'm dashin, cars in the garage Run past the Path'. run past the Dodge Rumble for the keys, made it to my shit The AK can spray now niggas is gettin hit, "Is you down, nigga?" Are you down for the real? Chorus: Are you down for the real, motherfuckers?, "Is you down, nigga?" Are you down for the real..............? , "Is you down, nigga?" Now are you down with the real ass niggas? , "Is you down, nigga?" Now tell me if you're down for the real? , "Is you down, nigga?" *repeat* "Is you down, nigga?" (x10) |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
[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 * |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
"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! |
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from Brand Nubian - Foundation (1999)
Intro: Grand Puba
Brand Nubian baby, here to flip it again And you know it don't stop until the party ends So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply Cos you know these brothers here we keep it extra tight Verse One: Lord Jamar Look, listen and observe, it took precision to connect The words of dialect within a rhythm you never heard Forbidden fruit, take a bite, you could lose your life like how they crucified Christ Musa's hair was white Lord Jamar, Sadat X and Puba's here tonight We got next on the court, I don't know what you thought This flow can't be bought, only sold in exchange for platinum ang gold, you've been told, open up the manifold Only to reveal scrolls and scrolls Premeditated to be dedicated to lost souls Properly educated, never sloppily operated Playing the beats for all my people incarcerated We stay in the streets and find new ways to eat Crime wave, I remember wetting my feet in my blind days, now these niggas getting they heat from under they seat, I wonder when the guns'll deplete Chorus: Grand Puba Brand Nubian brothers here to flip it again And you know we don't stop until your party ends So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply Cos you know these brothers here, we keep it extra tight The Foundation, as we hitcha with a Brand Nu creation New millennium we don't mess around Do the knowledge as we blaze the situation, so just feel me now Verse Two: Sadat X I'm in a rush, who got the keys to my truck? Who am I? I just might be a spy I drop a tear at the sight of the blue NY I'm a threat just like Garnette Pick a player out my set like Marbury Serve me sherry with a cherry I always eat what you think I ain't got no shoes on my feet, I'm from down the street, huh Now cats ride around New York with the slick hot rods Some late model usually pushing full throttle Hanging illegal U's and staying with the gleaming shoes Riding one deep but back to back to back Fuck a buzz, it's gonna happen just because Sure I was with her was, but I don't know what she does Big dimes hit me everytime like it's a crime My prime will steadily climb Yeah, I can't release nothing to y'all before it's time Chorus Verse Three: Grand Puba Now my verbal illustration graphic more than Playstation Microphone occupation operation save the nation Black crusader, persuader, educator Knowledge detonator none greater Leave haters stuck like a project elevator Always jammin it airtight like a laminate You can't contaminate it Go-getters we be superb like Justin's catfish fritters Now I got 2000 flows, only 4 less than all of my hoes (*Hey!*) Oops I mean my bro's but I'm just keeping y'all on your toes Excitement for your enlightenment, spitting novels, getting bravos Tear it up like El Nino, keeping it hotter than jalapenos Microphone holder doing more damage than rolling boulders Rhyme style should've fooled ya, knocked your head right off your shoulders See my intention, black-on-black prevention, break the tension Teach the seeds, tell them what they need and then collect my pension Brand Nubian, baby, born more flows than a test tube valve Your radio ain't really on if Brand Nubian ain't on your dial Outro: Grand Puba Yeah, as we do it like this 2000, Brand Nubian comin atcha one time New millennium style |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
Well, there's mad gangs, but only one got control
Wherever they roam, from north pole to south pole Ice cold with a vice hold on all crime They gettin paid even if they shit is small time All your dimes'll get took, yo watch them sling (?) them things cause they nothin but a gang of crooks Things look like they'll be here for a while Momi and Daddy better fear for they chile Cause they style is not just makin a fast chickens (?) They also into murder and ass kickin distortion and kidnappin, the kid is black handsome ransome they just get you your kid back But either way they gonna make a loot If they keep the kid he's gonna do a bit as a prostitute Owin freak (?) for some T. A. N. G. (?) From six to sixty-six they count us catchin thick (?) Shit sticks in your mind Make a nigger wanna go out and fight crime I write rhymes as an answer to they gang size If they wanna jack your car you can sang mines Gang bang Gang bang Police ain't nothing but a gang #4 Date rapes, got the shakes since the first of the month So you gotta play, the cheque cash close (?) You know you gotta make up that loss So when the cut was butt (?) and the work was dirt A whole baggage fucked up ?), you know you're de man. You gotta head him off, if you still want the block So he can look the other way, if he catch you with the glock. All de cook up, he might give you the hook up (?). So you don't get moves downtown in the tombs New gang member, he's a rookie and his wid extortion (?) He got a wife and his daughter wanna a pony his man's a Columbian and they both got they hands in the soup And you gotta hit off your group Niggers to be outside til like four in the mornin niggers with the toast so when the gang get too close Naw a gang don't play by the rules and they up they demands Gotta grease mo hands, gotta get mo work Gotta get more weight, gotta stay up late And travel out of state, hey fuck the gang fucks nothin niggers are bluffin, as they snatch you for the kidnap they don+t even show Got fucked in the ass, so now who's the hoe Gang 88 (?), mo kinds of dicks, don't give a fuck about the brothers, As long as they get they cash, News flash These kids is the worst, if you see 'em Then you better hit em first, Don't shoot til you see the whites of they eyes Hands and thighs, they might front and sell ya been pies (?) Black man, don't trust those lies Cause the gangs is a bunch of dicks Gang bang Gang bang Police ain't nothing but a gang #4 This song is dedicated to all the original gangsters out there You know what I+m sayin NRPD, NYPD, LAPD, state troopers and all the Pds in Queens, FBI, CIA, DEA, TNT, ATN, INS, FEMA, Interpol, National Guard, Coast Guard, Army, Navy, Airforce, Marines, Secret Service, and all the rest of the motherfuckin hogs out there rollin in the mud |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Clean Version] (1994)
Well, there's mad gangs, but only one got control
Wherever they roam, from north pole to south pole Ice cold with a vice hold on all crime They gettin paid even if they shit is small time All your dimes'll get took, yo watch them sling (?) them things cause they nothin but a gang of crooks Things look like they'll be here for a while Momi and Daddy better fear for they chile Cause they style is not just makin a fast chickens (?) They also into murder and ass kickin distortion and kidnappin, the kid is black handsome ransome they just get you your kid back But either way they gonna make a loot If they keep the kid he's gonna do a bit as a prostitute Owin freak (?) for some T. A. N. G. (?) From six to sixty-six they count us catchin thick (?) Shit sticks in your mind Make a nigger wanna go out and fight crime I write rhymes as an answer to they gang size If they wanna jack your car you can sang mines Gang bang Gang bang Police ain't nothing but a gang #4 Date rapes, got the shakes since the first of the month So you gotta play, the cheque cash close (?) You know you gotta make up that loss So when the cut was butt (?) and the work was dirt A whole baggage fucked up ?), you know you're de man. You gotta head him off, if you still want the block So he can look the other way, if he catch you with the glock. All de cook up, he might give you the hook up (?). So you don't get moves downtown in the tombs New gang member, he's a rookie and his wid extortion (?) He got a wife and his daughter wanna a pony his man's a Columbian and they both got they hands in the soup And you gotta hit off your group Niggers to be outside til like four in the mornin niggers with the toast so when the gang get too close Naw a gang don't play by the rules and they up they demands Gotta grease mo hands, gotta get mo work Gotta get more weight, gotta stay up late And travel out of state, hey fuck the gang fucks nothin niggers are bluffin, as they snatch you for the kidnap they don+t even show Got fucked in the ass, so now who's the hoe Gang 88 (?), mo kinds of dicks, don't give a fuck about the brothers, As long as they get they cash, News flash These kids is the worst, if you see 'em Then you better hit em first, Don't shoot til you see the whites of they eyes Hands and thighs, they might front and sell ya been pies (?) Black man, don't trust those lies Cause the gangs is a bunch of dicks Gang bang Gang bang Police ain't nothing but a gang #4 This song is dedicated to all the original gangsters out there You know what I+m sayin NRPD, NYPD, LAPD, state troopers and all the Pds in Queens, FBI, CIA, DEA, TNT, ATN, INS, FEMA, Interpol, National Guard, Coast Guard, Army, Navy, Airforce, Marines, Secret Service, and all the rest of the motherfuckin hogs out there rollin in the mud |
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from Brand Nubian - Fire In The Hole (2004)
(Grand Puba)
Yeah.. put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uhh, got a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uhh Y'all know what time it is, let's get it crackin Push up on a shorty, no slackin, just start mackin Lay yo' shit down, baby ain't no time to clown Takin Southbound but I turn around where it start gettin brown I ain't no dooty hound, shit I lay my duty down Pound for pound, Brand Nu one of the best around I put like 20 some odd years up in the projects Gourmet chef with welfare cheese before these record checks I used to steal my mom's whip, sneak up in the club Get back to the parkin lot, the next door neighbor jacked my spot Ahhhhhhh... shhhhit... ... excuse me miss you got to move your car And I took a dub before I stole {?} shit That's all I need now for her ass to really flip I'm 2 strikes and 3 quarters from a pink slip I'm glad I'm makin hits, y'all know the chorus, sing this shit (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uhh (Sadat X) Morph into somethin terrible, my presence unbearable, parable A spittin Bronx legend like Larry Davis Make police think about it on they routine tours Through the war's lifestyle, hell scene, shells and void sales Avoid bails, avoid jails, I'm four-eyed Who's ridin who inside? Who say they know me I give great, atmosphere, like a open bar You got to scratch and claw, you tryin to match the star Hit me on my cellular, six for my dick My man is on the phone cryin over some chick, yo call me back My exact measure make the world my treasure And since we only live once the world's my pleasure, who want booze? Broads, dice game and cards Houses with yards, feel the blast from the glass shards Who got colored bags, who got colored rags, straight brims for ya block Be from {?} in pairs I move these crabs out my life like they musical chairs (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) raise ya hands (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) if ya gotta knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) if you want a knot (Lord Jamar) Now I don't lust over money But if I had to do it, I would bust over money Let's not have a dispute and cause disgust over money Cause we can cut and shoot and shed the blood over money but that wouldn't be right, yo Gotta have some, money in yo' pocket How the fuck you 'sposed to hit the supermarket? You can't even get the stain out your carpet without havin little money in your pocket I know you wanna get the chain with the locket Buy a plane so you can sit up in the cockpit All day gettin brains from a hot bitch Layin back, spendin change on a ostrich Or would you settle for just gettin out the projects Pay off your debts, make a little progress Either way the only thing that could stop it Is not havin no, money in your pocket (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) got a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) want a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) need a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uh-huh (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) got a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) want a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) need a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
[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? |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
[Starr]
I'll keep, holding on I'll keep, holding on! [Lord Jamar] Young black male, twenty-five years of age Many-a-lives didn't survive to this stage Cause the rage of another brother got him popped Shot him and he dropped, like a beanbag Mean motherfucker with a rag and some jeans that sag They signify your death by crossin out your tag Then they go and brag that they took another life Never to think, do a brother got a mother and a wife? Trife when a nigga do the work of the Klan That's what you're doin when you ruin the life of a black man Attack plan on self The man's got the family jewels, so I guess we're buryin wealth All because we've been taught to despise what's black Open your eyes you oughta realize the fact That you've been gettin used like a trick You think you're mighty, but yo, whitey got your head sick See you were fed thick pieces of swine as a baby It only help to drive your mind crazy Now your blind days be over No more standin on line, tryin to find Jehovah Let us rewind to a time we was right and just Nowadays we just fight and bust One another in the back over crack, a carjack Will get you killed, watch the blood get spilled To the scale, then watch how fast they build the jail Now they got you holdin on to a cell, well... [Starr] I'll keep, holdin on I'll keep, holdin on!! I'll keep, holdin on I'll keep, holdin on!! [Sadat X] Why it gotta be me B? I just came to chill Came to see the flicks, nuttin more nuttin less Try to show love even on a bad day I roll up, I'm never hold up, the L is swoll up The beef in the mind is definitely a winner Oh that's that rappin nigga, I thought he was much bigger Do you know this girl named nah B I don't know nothin Did that name-game shit right from the go get Shorty want an autograph, can I sign it at the end Oh I think I'm all of that now, so now it's fuck Brand Nubian Should I call you a bitch, or should I maintain? I'm just here with my lady, and you came witcha man This would force him to front, and I'm sure he don't want it Over some old bullshit, when I'm quick to pull shit Live dad, everything is everything I got a lotta shit to do I can't afford to catch a charge I'm a product of the streets, and I couldn't make no peace All the real hard shit I know, is on the down low Straight for real estate, on a scale I place your fate Now I'ma let you skate, you was a little weeded And I seen you don't need it So hold on with your bad self... [Starr] I'll keep, holdin on I'll keep, holdin on!! I gotta hold on! I'll keep, holdin on My word is bond, I gotta be strong I'll keep, holdin on!! And keep holdin on, yeah Ya see life's gettin rough but I gotta hold on All these little suckers want me alone Yeah, yeah, yeahhh!! Ya see life's gettin rough but I gotta hold on All these little suckers want me alone Yeah, they want me alone Yeah, yeah yeah But I gotta hold on Because my word is bon And it's on and on, on and on, on and on On ya... I gotta hold on Yeah yeah yeahhhh yeah yeahhh yeahhh Ohhhhh yeahh yeahh yeah Yeahh! *fades* |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Clean Version] (1994)
[Starr]
I'll keep, holding on I'll keep, holding on! [Lord Jamar] Young black male, twenty-five years of age Many-a-lives didn't survive to this stage Cause the rage of another brother got him popped Shot him and he dropped, like a beanbag Mean motherfucker with a rag and some jeans that sag They signify your death by crossin out your tag Then they go and brag that they took another life Never to think, do a brother got a mother and a wife? Trife when a nigga do the work of the Klan That's what you're doin when you ruin the life of a black man Attack plan on self The man's got the family jewels, so I guess we're buryin wealth All because we've been taught to despise what's black Open your eyes you oughta realize the fact That you've been gettin used like a trick You think you're mighty, but yo, whitey got your head sick See you were fed thick pieces of swine as a baby It only help to drive your mind crazy Now your blind days be over No more standin on line, tryin to find Jehovah Let us rewind to a time we was right and just Nowadays we just fight and bust One another in the back over crack, a carjack Will get you killed, watch the blood get spilled To the scale, then watch how fast they build the jail Now they got you holdin on to a cell, well... [Starr] I'll keep, holdin on I'll keep, holdin on!! I'll keep, holdin on I'll keep, holdin on!! [Sadat X] Why it gotta be me B? I just came to chill Came to see the flicks, nuttin more nuttin less Try to show love even on a bad day I roll up, I'm never hold up, the L is swoll up The beef in the mind is definitely a winner Oh that's that rappin nigga, I thought he was much bigger Do you know this girl named nah B I don't know nothin Did that name-game shit right from the go get Shorty want an autograph, can I sign it at the end Oh I think I'm all of that now, so now it's fuck Brand Nubian Should I call you a bitch, or should I maintain? I'm just here with my lady, and you came witcha man This would force him to front, and I'm sure he don't want it Over some old bullshit, when I'm quick to pull shit Live dad, everything is everything I got a lotta shit to do I can't afford to catch a charge I'm a product of the streets, and I couldn't make no peace All the real hard shit I know, is on the down low Straight for real estate, on a scale I place your fate Now I'ma let you skate, you was a little weeded And I seen you don't need it So hold on with your bad self... [Starr] I'll keep, holdin on I'll keep, holdin on!! I gotta hold on! I'll keep, holdin on My word is bond, I gotta be strong I'll keep, holdin on!! And keep holdin on, yeah Ya see life's gettin rough but I gotta hold on All these little suckers want me alone Yeah, yeah, yeahhh!! Ya see life's gettin rough but I gotta hold on All these little suckers want me alone Yeah, they want me alone Yeah, yeah yeah But I gotta hold on Because my word is bon And it's on and on, on and on, on and on On ya... I gotta hold on Yeah yeah yeahhhh yeah yeahhh yeahhh Ohhhhh yeahh yeahh yeah Yeahh! *fades* |
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from Brand Nubian - Foundation (1999)
Intro: Grand Puba
Uhh, uh huh, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh huh, come on, check it out, check it out, what? Brand Nubian "I'm black and I'm proud" Uh, like that, like that, what? "Say it loud" "I'm black and I'm proud" Come on, come on, come on, come on "Say it loud" Verse One: Sadat X We made men in this world, digging for bones The untraceable ones come with no clones 100 years from now y'all can still get this bomb on the Brand Nubian dot com My name should be mentioned with the Portier, not the Gualtier although it smell good, I still get mad at Rosewood A Nubian card member since that faithful December In the 80 years, from tears to cheers, things we did should be listed in a pyramid, studied by a little kid Talked about by old jacks with slacks Can I move the black is my first and foremost Can I get a little land for me and mine? Grow vegetables, maybe make a little wine Build with the Gods and the bright sunshine Before we save others we gotta save our own kind Chorus: *variations with Jamar and Puba's shoutouts* "I'm black and I'm proud" "Say it loud" "I'm black and I'm proud" "Say it loud" "I'm black and I'm proud" "Say it loud" "I'm black and I'm proud" "Say it loud" Verse Two: Lord Jamar Now did you know it was you who was first to walk the Earth Gave birth to the Universe, uh Afflicted with the curse of the slave Predicted to inherit the earth in the last days Now as we take you home, what we make our own It's written in stone like Commandments Read them every now and then or when you get the chance Catch a glance through the power lens, see if you could see us advance G-O-D in the dance, reporting freelance Fought for a chance, got you hanging by the seat of your pants Our immediate stance when we came to the game was completely advanced so no one sounds the same 7 and one-half ounces of brain When we around make sure you bow down to the king Brand Nubian style is how we do our thing So if you feel good, real good scream it out loud if you black and you proud Chorus Verse Three: Grand Puba Feel me now, check my style A brother's resume run longer than the Nile Justice cipher born to teach man, woman and child in the land of the lost where my people went foul Do the knowledge, black, look at the way that we act Smoking crack or each other with the gat The only race of people who kill self like that I deal with actual facts to keep my mind on track I love y'all that's why I say these things Watch me transform chickenheads to queens Rhymes full of protein like rice and beans Brand Nubian cats here to change all that The maker, the owner, the cream of the Earth Proud to be black because the black man's first My flow frequency is at a million megahertz So when I spit my verbals I'm heard around the Universe (Yeah, yeah, yeah) So don't front, say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud Chorus |
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from Brand Nubian - Fire In The Hole (2004)
(Lord Jamar)
We dealin with death, in abundance Dirty guns and, the pungent smell, of those who fell Bodies, like commodoties, ready to sell Take you around the world for a hundred dollars Meanwhile, a little baby hollers Hopin that she doesn't follow in her mother's footsteps of drugs and sex, every day, more thugs to arrest And today could be the day you catch a slug in your chest Funny thing about life - nobody, gets out alive The trick is to see, how long, you can survive We deprived of our basic needs Sufferin at the hands of a racist greed In the black wo-man's where I place my seed When they grow, will they know, that I tried to make it better for them? Will I be dead or inside of a federal pen? Niggaz just don't learn, niggaz just won't learn (Chorus: Lord Jamar) As we walk through the valley of dry bones Death from, New York to Cali, the shit hits homes Niggaz with 40 calibers, that'll split ya bone Other niggaz with silencers, with gats that's chrome It seems the violence only escalates, I'm concerned When the slug penetrate your flesh, see it burn Livin with the constant threat, that it could be yo' turn Niggaz just don't learn, niggaz just won't learn (Sadat X) On 8th Ave, keep bouncin in the Mave' He don't even know the type of problems he gon' have He facin obstacles, greed, it's the large city need Remember when he ain't smoke weed Jail hold's raw, spittin seed In the Polo Grounds, in 89 we dodged steed All the slaves ain't freed Make him the captain, muh'fucker we'll lead Shoot him in the chest muh'fucker will bleed Cause way he's goin he's gon' need God-speed I seen a man die, gettin shot in the eye And then leave this earth with a sigh I wish I had a dollar for every funeral parlor that I been to, and I ain't tryin to end to I've been a friend to a lot of dead niggaz With multiple gunshots, niggaz used to run spots (Chorus) (Grand Puba) Now little shorties don't have a chance Cause hard times be comin down like a avalanche We play the streets until we carried on a ambulance Day by day we be the victims of the circumstance See the poison has us movin at a steady flow It filters through your radio and your video You ever once stop to think and wonder why it's so? We don't know cause we blinded by the fog of 'dro, so we let it go We dedicate our whole careers to save our dyin nation Cause what we facin is the process of elimination So busy chasin that our history begins erasin A savage nation that is headin for anihilation Time out - put the killin to a drought And shorty stop runnin around puttin all them dicks in yo' mouth I be concerned cause we burn baby burn and we just don't, learn (Chorus x2) |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god'
[Lord Jamar] You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart Now brothers talk shit and can't back it That's why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket Peel his cap once cos I know it's all it takes Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (BLAST) Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try the muthaphuckin G-to the O-to the D I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy but ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission to get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya can't stops me Now tell me is there anybody else before I put my AK back on the shelf Cos I put in work like Job Corps Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for their life by a knife or a gun So when ya see me comin, nigga, run 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god' *repeat* [Sadat X] Somebody's dead, a whole crowd formed The cops ain't even come yet, Money's dead in the street Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin Six girls cryin wild cos Money had a child A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints My Moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends She says they strictly fuckin, I could get away from buckin She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere and sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't heard Tell my Moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to stay My crew I'm believin so fuck it anyway I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel and my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set it off And if I choose, who's somebody might die and if they don't die, they won't be able to walk Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy talk 'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god' 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god' *repeat* [Lord Jamar] Well hey muthaphuckaz, it's the dread with the 9 Lead to the head of you devils, now it's bedtime I said I'm not the nigga to be playin out I'll leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit and you'll get licked Get hit by a dread who's fed with the nonsense Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame juice Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name loose Some silly goose, we be down on the subway He gets no love cos he's rubbin me the wrong way Disrespectin, infect the masses So I elect to come direct and disect some asses My nigga passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat Now you shut your fuckin trap cos you was who I's fuckin at I got you suckin at the chrome like a nipple The only way your ass is goin home is as a cripple [Sadat X] And then I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up they moms Ran and got the arms, from under the mattress My little man Satan got somethin in his jacket Let me get to work and I'll release the swarm My man mean a lot these days I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me well Bring it to em X, and we'll take the weight Run and get the Mac from the Park Ave. location Bronx location, wit a extra bag of clips Plus I want it tight and I don't play that much So I'll have all the reefer and set up all the stock And everybody's fuckin, yo Money, she wasn't great You just got mad, ya girl got videotape So save the noise, niggas, cos I can't hear 'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god' 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'See I had to lick em' 'Punk muthaphucka' 'Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god' *repeat x3* |
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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
[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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from Brand Nubian - Rhino Hi-Five: Brand Nubian (2006)
[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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from Brand Nubian - Foundation (1999)
[Grand Puba]
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah One time as we do it like this, yeah Grand Puba, Common Sense [Common] Yeah, yeah, yeah It's all love y'all (3X) what you say? Intro/Chorus: all, Common [all] Maybe one day we can work it out Strive to understand what life's about All it seems to be is sadness and pain Blood like rain clogs urban drains [Com] When we gonna realize and make the change And take the blame, erase the shame Cause new millenium is knockin at your door The New World Order's what they got in store [Grand Puba] Now I can't stress this enough, life sure is rough You gotta go through a whole lotta shit Just for you to get a little bit Born into existence where your existence is non-existant but your persistance overcomes their resistance Your daily mechanism is your defense, whether it be past or present tense, don't be dense I'm droppin this with Common Sense (true indeed) As we linger on into the darkness Poisoned by society where high-anxiety is just one variety Hatin each other is another, brotha I mean I'm really true to the shit, my spit ain't just spit My duty is to save my people from all of this shit And if I can get somethin for doin that then I'm gon' get And I won't quit My ways and action manifest in my way of thinkin I just can't stand around and do nothin while my people sinkin I told you that I stay true And I gotta do, what I can do, when I can do, so Chorus [Common] Grand Pu...I'ma do....what I gotta do....what I can do It's one for all like Brand Nu-bian, feedin the multitudes Of five loads, dead men walkin with lost souls Some say the games are strange, our ways have been tribal Since the days of Kemet, now displayed on Bennett Revolution's like a pussy, I'm tryin to stay up in it And our music is a message, though some is afraid to send it I don't know much about the New World Order; I know I Got a new daughter, direction and protection I must provide for her The moral of the story I'm building... Like ODB say, "We for the children" Nike make a killin off us, we kill each other, it kills me to see that You take a life for gold, nigga did you really need that? We try to escape the mixtapes, rims and weed sack And to the new age, they say the women's gonna lead that, so Chorus [Pub] Oh say it ain't so [Com] It ain't so [Pub] My peoples at a all time low [Com] Double oh Pu' [Pub] Nowadays we doin anything for dough [Com] For the dough doe [Pub] Don't you know that knowledge is the note [Com] What? [Pub] Know the ledge, don't hit the edge The negativity pulls us down like gravity [Com] Yup [Pub] Devilish ways and actions poisons us like a cavity [Com] Yessir [Pub] As we send this one throughout our whole proximity [all] Grand Pu' and Common strive to come together [Common] In this era of prepaid calling cards I roll with squads called the Gods Ignorance is at large, struggles in our backyard I slapbox with life and see we wasn't that hard Long as you got God, even got Gramps off lah It's stray lies and bullets directed, to lead the village of lies disconnected like ghetto phones Fuck a search through a magazine for Better Homes It ain't gonna happen Til the devil's gone with the breeze and niggas get off they knees so... Chorus |
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from Brand Nubian - Fire In The Hole (2004)
(Grand Puba)
Yeah I'd like to send this one to my favorite girl, uhh Momma momma momma Ohh momma momma momma, yeahh (Lord Jamar) Yo she was young and so tender Had a baby born Knowledge God day of September It was her first child, baby boy little bundle of joy She married Larry, for 9 months she had to carry me and she did it gladly, but sadly things didn't all work out, so she merked out Pregnant again with my brother Wise My grandmother let her in, she had tears in her eyes Now she's back at the crib, with 2 kids She gotta get a job, she put all her faith in God Naive to the world; believed all the stories she received as a girl, she had one more seed Another boy, reality, now that makes 3 All from a man that she hardly ever gets to see She did the best with the things she was blessed And I know I cause drama and stress to my momma, so I wanna just say yo.. (Chorus: Puba (Brand Nubian)) I always loved my momma (she's my favorite girl) And I always loved my momma (she brought me in this world) See I always loved my momma (she taught me right from wrong) Cause I always loved my momma (you only get one, you only get one, yeah) (Sadat X) Past feudin, mask for age, still lookin elegant Front page, Ebony Jet Pam Grier threat in seventy-four What these bitches is wearin now, she wore before On tour she said you just stay pure I say sure Watched my sister's son and my little one make me fool When the po-lice came she said that she hardly see me I'm in the living room drinkin beer and watchin TV She say that she love me but sometimes I don't think She wish I wouldn't smoke as much and throw up when I drink I think, that it wasn't no day finer that when my pops snatched my mother up from North Carolina And my uncle snatched her sister and brought her, right behind her She like china, you won't find a heart finer The designer, I'll shoot for my moms, yes I will Shoot you in the side and let you live a spill, hehe (Chorus) (Grand Puba) Uh - at childhood I never really understood all your heartache and pain and how difficult it was for you to maintain To make sho' yo' seeds eat Even if we had to foodstamp it every week Always did your best to try to keep us out the street If niggaz didn't listen boy that ass got beat 'Member that time you said, "Have yo' ass upstairs by 9" But I was grown and had some other shit in mind Word is bond, 10 o'clock she came downstairs with rollers in her hair and a nightgown on But I was gone, ran through the back, cut through the laundrymat Got upstairs and still caught it with the Hot Wheel track But that was cool with me; cause at least it wasn't in front of the buildin for the whole prjects to see I remember as a kid, sometimes I used to think you used to beat me for some shit that my daddy did I realize, now I'm older and wise When you used to put it on me still had love in your eyes I remember what you used to say You might not like it now, but you'll thank me someday (Chorus) (Puba: over Chorus) Thanks mom, I love you For teachin me left from right For showin me the proper way (Puba) Uhh, yeah Momma momma momma - aight Ohh momma momma momma, yeah Uhh, to all the beautiful mothers, in the world today Who strive to do they best, I know it's hard sometimes But we wanna let y'all know we recognize And we love what you do, keep doin what you doin One love, Brand Nubian Peace |
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from Kmd - Mr. Hood (2007)
(feat. Brand Nubian)
Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah! Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man Yo, peace, god, D-Black Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob Ay-yo, ain't them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact? Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians? Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that? The Five Percent and the Ansaar together? That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god [Zev Love X] Check it out! Born again, my soul then, blends K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends X tends to grip palm in cousin calm In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin' As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah) Good guessin' - switch the pitch up Another session from the infamous God Squad See, we's all peas in the same pod, god On and upright, getting downright knit With rod held up tight, 'cause I'm sick wit' Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door Preaching the Lord to change your life around I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max! [Grand Puba Maxwell] God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline Quick to help another, 'cause I know I'ma get mine Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher Or you can use the next plan Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties... "Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!" Put some clothes on that behind And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust Which is crazier than a bag of dust So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me [Onyx the Birthstone Kid] Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are Frontin' out there, god Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits But when the news hits, everybody catch fits He gets mad, but still at home we sits Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live But some funk while I strive See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health See I build with the Nubians I chill with I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat The devil man in this land, he won't allow that So brother man, I don't wanna bust you But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you? Know'm sayin'? [Lord Jamar] Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial It's like this... Life's hardships Stones are placed and one must face trips Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps These are some of his traps But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap So just receive, believe when shown the light The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross Do for self, kill that "Yes, sir, boss!" and When you do, from the other you won't beg Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg Arm supreme Head And instead Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'? You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt 'Cause when you stop tryin' that Makes victory exempt from your cipher The life you lead is not hype The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know So, get up and go Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker! Know'm sayin, that's the knowledge of self And do for self! Black man gotta move on... [Subroc] I see some so dense Man, from head to toe they're full of lead I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead So I talked, chilled, before I flipped! 'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped Back to the roots I am, that I am a king Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black State of mind ain't like mine I got soul that you lack Each one teach in every town, we like that The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix Get a clue, or get the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6 "All gods, and children of the Most High" Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie I AM that I AM good night, divine evil's the bullseye Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right? [Sadat X] Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this: It's a modern type of style, look at what I did A devil still can't build a pyramid I dug a - tunnel to Asia Wrote a speech with a laser Rush your brain with a [???] strain A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn Smacked a man 'cause he tried to serve a plate of ham Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread [? He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed The city {???] suspension?], and I forgot to mention That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst The Black man is first I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels Bust it! [everyone] Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'? It's time to build, it's time to build... We gotta raise up the dead... Word is bond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light You know what I'm saying? True indeed... 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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
Intro/Chorus: Laura Alfored
Seem all the fellas understand what it feel cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real *repeat* Verse One: Lord Jamar It's time to blow up the spot, anything you was in, you're thru the roof All the jams we done been thru is proof We blend truth, with mathematics doin acrobatics over beats The sound dramatic when it played in Landrover jeeps I know my peeps is in the front of the stage smokin blunts with the strokin stunts, ready to set it when the word is given, I know you heard how we was livin Never takin no shit, just stayin clever and makin the hits Shakin the tits of the honeys when they jump Makin money's what we bump cos slumps is for chumps and we pumps, worldwide, girls slide backstage Lookin for a free ride, legs divide at a young age Lord Jamar is like Jesus, speakin in parables and to devil's is cemarable to see this, but they ain't got no choice No escapin the penetration of the voice Chorus (x2) Verse Two: Sadat X And I watched and I watched and I watched then I looked The X is like no other who can drop it in the rain I'm not that high, so give me back my lighter Stage right in the party at night, I'm in the shadows Thinkin bout returnin to the spotlight The X is top flight, ESPN highlight From, throughout the rhythm, I give em what I give em Oil slickness on that ass like *?Ewin?* I know what I'm doin, leave your whole town ruined Brand Nubian, the name alone stands Overseas fans be shoutin different accents So hence the black prince from 2-0 Soft-spoken but my words comprehended by the herds Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays Cos the X is like the master of the phrase..... Chorus: Laura Alfored Seem all the fellas understand what you feel cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real *repeat x3* Verse Three: Sadat X, Lord Jamar I want the mic in the clutch cos it's too cold to hold, and too hot to touch I'm like the thoroughbred searchin for cheese You can't cut off the head of a fatal disease MC's freeze at thirty-two degrees below Justice served, now watch us bust this herd in the head with another jam set by the brother man Letters for the other man, understand Chorus: Laura Alfored Seem all the fellas understand what you feel cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real *repeat 3X* |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Clean Version] (1994)
Intro/Chorus: Laura Alfored
Seem all the fellas understand what it feel cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real *repeat* Verse One: Lord Jamar It's time to blow up the spot, anything you was in, you're thru the roof All the jams we done been thru is proof We blend truth, with mathematics doin acrobatics over beats The sound dramatic when it played in Landrover jeeps I know my peeps is in the front of the stage smokin blunts with the strokin stunts, ready to set it when the word is given, I know you heard how we was livin Never takin no shit, just stayin clever and makin the hits Shakin the tits of the honeys when they jump Makin money's what we bump cos slumps is for chumps and we pumps, worldwide, girls slide backstage Lookin for a free ride, legs divide at a young age Lord Jamar is like Jesus, speakin in parables and to devil's is cemarable to see this, but they ain't got no choice No escapin the penetration of the voice Chorus (x2) Verse Two: Sadat X And I watched and I watched and I watched then I looked The X is like no other who can drop it in the rain I'm not that high, so give me back my lighter Stage right in the party at night, I'm in the shadows Thinkin bout returnin to the spotlight The X is top flight, ESPN highlight From, throughout the rhythm, I give em what I give em Oil slickness on that ass like *?Ewin?* I know what I'm doin, leave your whole town ruined Brand Nubian, the name alone stands Overseas fans be shoutin different accents So hence the black prince from 2-0 Soft-spoken but my words comprehended by the herds Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays Cos the X is like the master of the phrase..... Chorus: Laura Alfored Seem all the fellas understand what you feel cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real *repeat x3* Verse Three: Sadat X, Lord Jamar I want the mic in the clutch cos it's too cold to hold, and too hot to touch I'm like the thoroughbred searchin for cheese You can't cut off the head of a fatal disease MC's freeze at thirty-two degrees below Justice served, now watch us bust this herd in the head with another jam set by the brother man Letters for the other man, understand Chorus: Laura Alfored Seem all the fellas understand what you feel cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real *repeat 3X* |
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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
"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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from Brand Nubian - Foundation (1999)
[Grand Puba]
Uhh.. yeah.. then they say Probable cause (uh-huh) probable cause (yeah) You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause (probable cause) Probable cause (yeah) probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause (word) Now who's this nigga in the 4.6? About twenty to five, got a truck full of chicks Just leavin the disco, me and my man from the Knicks Oak Dog, later on because they live in the Bricks Jumped on the George Washington and Now Jeru' turnpike Head feelin right from a long-ass night Whoa, I see Jake, so I let off the gas So I was doin fifty-five when I passed his ass I looked over, caught the shine from the rim of the Rover You know his next move (*police siren*) pull it over I pulls over to the right-hand shoulder Look through the rearview he got his hand on his holster He had this look, "How this black nigga get this car?" You know these cracker state troopers don't know rap stars He asked me for license and my registration Seen my New York tags and he asked me my destination I said, "Vacation," handed him my registration Papers were straight so I didn't wet the situation Got my shit back, and that was that, but that wasn't that Cause in fact, I got stopped two more times black Probable cause (uh-huh) probable cause (yeah) You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause Probable cause (uh) probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause Probable cause (yeah) probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause (say what) Probable cause (uh) probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause [Sadat X] It feel like my hands, stay tied cause New York state, and they child care rate Miss Judge Lady in a courtroom can dictate A fee for me, to pay monthly Even suggested, that I be arrested, they don't count the time invested or the bond beyond the money They'll hit you with arrears, bad enough to bring tears They been on my back for years, fuckin with my license And everytime I'm stopped by Dick I see the Booking That making me violent in this wilderness land Now can we talk for a minute? Cause we both made this child Can we leave support alone, please take me offa that file Cause everytime I see the court my blood pressure rise And the heart attack is a killer of black guys, I stay civilized Maintain, sometime restrain myself A court officer is near me, but I think he fear me, cause it's [Grand Puba] Probable cause (uh-huh) probable cause You don't have to break no laws They just say probable cause Probable cause (yeah) probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause (word up) Probable cause, probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause (true indeed God) Probable cause (yeah) probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause [Lord Jamar] Yo, on October 22nd we wore black for all my niggaz Po-Po shot in the back Robocops with the crack, they'll never get props from the black folks, lock us up while they crack jokes and stack notes, when we payin the bail Knowin damn well a nigga's gonna stay in the jail It's all made for us to fail, the dog is smarter than the tail, but if the tail was smarter it would Wag the Dog I can't wait til we bag the hogg New York State of Mind doesn't mind, murderin my kind We even got our own converting across the line He turned swine, guess his ass'll learn when he burn They say "Protect and to Serve" and never give the people the respect they deserve, as if they wasn't equal These is man-made laws, selectively applied All they need is probable cause for me to fry [Grand Puba] Probable cause (uh-huh) probable cause You don't have to break no laws They just say probable cause (yeah yeah yeah) Probable cause, probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause Probable cause, probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause (uh-huh) Probable cause, probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause (yeah, yeah) [?? Alamo ??] I ain't do shit! Jakes lock a nigga with a weed clip Couldn't believe it when he took me in Threw me and my man up in the van, a seven hour stand ridin around watchin them arouse the black man I had the afghan I just copped from the record shop Took it up the block my usual spot, when I rolled the L, I never expected to go to jail I wish they'd all go to hell Now Guiliani wanna talk about the "Quality of Life" Think he got the right to follow me at night with no probable cause, other than my skin is black like yours Now they got me in the beast, sittin right in his jaws Up in Central Booking, yo people looking knowing that I'm in the rap game, and I got trapped the same way they did You know these motherfuckers don't play kid A little smoke caught me for a three day bid, cause it's [Grand Puba] Probable cause (uh-huh) probable cause You don't have to break no laws They just say probable cause (yeah yeah yeah) Probable cause, probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause Probable cause, probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause (uh-huh) Probable cause, probable cause You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause (yeah, yeah) |
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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
("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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from Brand Nubian - Rhino Hi-Five: Brand Nubian (2006)
("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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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
[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 * |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate" ---> Scarface "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" (x4) [Lord Jamar] Well it's the Lord J lightin up more shit than Broadway and Times Square wit nuff rhymes for your air Crimes appear to have no motive, I wrote a shit I seen on the street now y'all fiend for the beat like a crackhead but this black dread don't sell drugs although I dwell with the, thugs New Rochelle bust slugs from the tool in the Rule Leavin devils mugs in a blood pool Just like mud makes fossil fuels, colossal be the jewels I drop The way I schools this thru hip-hop I rip shop like shit was made of paper mache My shape was tip-top and it can be no greater display I pray today and see the devil takin off the Earth But I'm lay it, keep on makin shit for what it's worth A butter verse over a beat that's pancake fat Niggas know it's like that and it's like that "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate" [Lord Jamar] Now this is for my niggas who ain't fuckin with the system Tired of arrest, doin the best to try to dick em up the ass with no grease, the fuckin police gots ta go Niggas feel the same from Maine to Chicago California to New York, gotta warn ya bout the pork Baby, on a fuckin hawk Lookin for a nigga so they can dig another grave My big brother was a slave but I'm like Nat Turner with two burners Bustin back cos I'm black Now you learn a lesson on how to act Messin with original seed'll cause you to bleed Broke the universal laws now we're smokin yours Provoke cause the effect, and effective immediately we're gonna wreck shit repeatedly I ain't goin out wit out retaliatin, I got my niggas in the alley waitin Ready to bring the heat to Satan where he lives, there he is, handle your biz His mantle is wigged, you watch the pig squeel Ain't no big deal, far better worse was done to us It's time he run from us, nigga grab your gun and bust "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate" [Lord Jamar] Hypnotic, psychotic, women have erotic thoughts of me Devils wanna torture me They'd like to string me up round my neck from a tree simply for the fact I'm a real motherfuckin G-O-to the D Niggas know me for speakin on the reals Freakin in my wheels with the cops on my heels He drops when I peels his cap with the real rap Thinkin bout takin me out, I can't feel that "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate" Outro: (*some dread toastin*) "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Clean Version] (1994)
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock"
"It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate" ---> Scarface "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" (x4) [Lord Jamar] Well it's the Lord J lightin up more shit than Broadway and Times Square wit nuff rhymes for your air Crimes appear to have no motive, I wrote a shit I seen on the street now y'all fiend for the beat like a crackhead but this black dread don't sell drugs although I dwell with the, thugs New Rochelle bust slugs from the tool in the Rule Leavin devils mugs in a blood pool Just like mud makes fossil fuels, colossal be the jewels I drop The way I schools this thru hip-hop I rip shop like shit was made of paper mache My shape was tip-top and it can be no greater display I pray today and see the devil takin off the Earth But I'm lay it, keep on makin shit for what it's worth A butter verse over a beat that's pancake fat Niggas know it's like that and it's like that "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate" [Lord Jamar] Now this is for my niggas who ain't fuckin with the system Tired of arrest, doin the best to try to dick em up the ass with no grease, the fuckin police gots ta go Niggas feel the same from Maine to Chicago California to New York, gotta warn ya bout the pork Baby, on a fuckin hawk Lookin for a nigga so they can dig another grave My big brother was a slave but I'm like Nat Turner with two burners Bustin back cos I'm black Now you learn a lesson on how to act Messin with original seed'll cause you to bleed Broke the universal laws now we're smokin yours Provoke cause the effect, and effective immediately we're gonna wreck shit repeatedly I ain't goin out wit out retaliatin, I got my niggas in the alley waitin Ready to bring the heat to Satan where he lives, there he is, handle your biz His mantle is wigged, you watch the pig squeel Ain't no big deal, far better worse was done to us It's time he run from us, nigga grab your gun and bust "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate" [Lord Jamar] Hypnotic, psychotic, women have erotic thoughts of me Devils wanna torture me They'd like to string me up round my neck from a tree simply for the fact I'm a real motherfuckin G-O-to the D Niggas know me for speakin on the reals Freakin in my wheels with the cops on my heels He drops when I peels his cap with the real rap Thinkin bout takin me out, I can't feel that "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Lord Jamar will live long cos I give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" "Anyway you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate" Outro: (*some dread toastin*) "It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock" |
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from Brand Nubian - Foundation (1999)
Yeah yeah, uhh, uh-huh
Brand Nubian, yeah yeah, check it Intro/Chorus: You don't have to drive a fancy car Just for you to be a shinin' star No matter who you are, no matter who you are Verse One: Grand Puba Uhh, now it started it off for me in apartment 6C Project style, ate government cheese for a while Pop Duke wasn't there cos he had to do a bid so momma love stuck with these bad ass kids She used to say keep your head up, always think positive and never be ashamed of who you are or where you live Teenage years I had to struggle doing that Shorty say "Don't talk to him, girlfriend, look where he live at Crib probably crawlin with roaches and rats plus cats be in his hallways with the drugs and the gats" I used to try and honeys used to walk on by Now I'm damn near 20 and still ain't got no ride Caught a record deal, now them same old chicks that used to walk on by go out their way to say hi But they gets none That's why I'm with the same girl from the same projects that I come from because....... Chorus (x2) Verse Two: Sadat X Well this is that time that you've waited for Three linked from what was said to be extinct You say take my weed-smellin ass home, I'm grown More thirst than if I swallowed sand bags Not fiending enough to go out and grab bags from women I swear if we don't hear this on the air I'll be down at the station Your broadcast from Monday has now been switched to no day With the class team that I'm with, we stay fit Just like the calm before the twister hit Brand Nubian name is gonna blister shit We raise the flags in three places employ black faces from midnight blacks to light tan Brand Nubian straight rate policy for the world For your little man, for your little girl, from Cheryl to Earl Watch how it all go down and unfurl Mark this print, I feel like we've all been sent It's more than gettin money and gettin bent (Word life, cos you're a shinin' star) No matter who you are, no matter who you are Chorus Brand Nubian cats spread Verse Three: Lord Jamar A four-letter word seldom heard amongst my nation Understandings highest elevation, the foundation of creation of motivation, in my family there's no relation They got us willing to be killing off our population, full-time occupation We need to turn it around like oscillation or watch it all burn to the ground from frustration Lord Jamar, I'ma show love to all my people who show To me that's how it's gotta be Peace to Prodigy and Mobb Deep God's working hard on the streets for the love of the peeps Niggas bring their ass in the clubs every week Walk right past the brothers and they can't speak All hands meet to shake, for Pete's sake Let's break the ice, life livin love, love livin life (Yeah) Chorus (x2) |
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from Brand Nubian - Foundation (1999)
Yeah, black woman
[Grand Puba] This one goes out to all the black woman across the whole planet Earth, givin our black nation birth Nothin in this universe is worth your worth So we dedicate this song, black woman [Lord Jamar] This one is for every woman I was ever with The ones that I cared about and ones I just wanted to hit I feel ashamed for all the times that I called you a bitch And I, know I was wrong, can you ever forgive? The negative, we used to use sex as a sedative I abused your respect for me I would choose to react disrespectfully Never thinkin the impact would come back to me Now I'm the son, and I know you're my reflection Let me give you love and my protection Proper education Allah's correction Eternal lies, within your eyes I hope you realize that I apologize, for all the lies I never meant to make you cry - all the mistakes that I may have made, and games that I played Been put to an end, black women Let me take this time, to let you know You've been on my mind, and even though I always haven't been kind I wanna show you that you really divine, sincerely (repeat 2X) [Grand Puba] Now she's the most beautifullest thing in creation She give me motivation causin constant elevation Seein more than booty used in lustful situations So feel the vibrations, she's the mother of our nation Now for oh so long you stood by us so strong even when we done wrong, so I dedicate this song More priceless than a worldly treasure, you bring love joy pleasure, countless things that are unmeasured Some raise seeds all alone with no father in the home but they still find the strength to continue on I see you more than a crackhead or a chickenhead or just a piece of somethin I'm tryin to get up in my bed You often say a lot of times we demean Sometimes we do to lift the hardhead ones up to queens Our whole purpose is to give a proper surface cause the black woman always is a queen Let me take this time, to let you know You've been on my mind, and even though I always haven't been kind I wanna show you that you really divine, sincerely (repeat 2X) [Sadat X] My fondest thoughts and memories go out witchu And I'm sorry for that time that I hit you The finest lights you radiate, you lookin bright And that's why I love you with the chocolate skin Finer things were never made in this world There you are lookin like somethin worth somethin Make me feel pride when you walk with me Sit down and talk with me, for a minute It's kinda hard for me not to stray But I think I'm gonna start today Hey I'm tryin, at least I ain't lyin (Like that frontin ass, you know what I'm sayin?) Send a rose to your wife, she probably saved your life Put up with cheatin and she mighta got beaten You can't build a _Foundation_ based on lies and deceit I'm tryin to be right, I want my cypher complete Let me take this time, to let you know You've been on my mind, and even though I always haven't been kind I wanna show you that you really divine, sincerely (repeat 2X) |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
Slow down (repeat 3X)
Verse one: Derrick X (Sadat X) Hey baby your hips is getting big Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers I wonder where he got 'em cause I hid 'em behind my speakers The object of your affection is the tree-top connection Or basically you love to smoke the wools The crackheads attract man they come up to my door I don't smoke gems so what they knocking for Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you Street time is limited to days On your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come back Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vowels With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile Used to walk with a swagger Now you simply stagger From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next Bitch get a job From me you won't rob Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand Now give that to the crack man You was fly once now you're losing all your fronts Started out light on the tip of woolie blunts Now you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipe Took a long pull...hype Yeah, head crack head crack You smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat (Hey yo X, wasn't that your girl?) Yeah I had to drop her Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her Slow down x5 What I am is what I am x2 Verse Two: Lord Jamar I knew this girl named Tropicana She's always juicing Producing cash for my sexual task She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat You ain't paid then your grade is incomplete You've got to flash dollars, to prove her And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover Taking all your papes like inhalation of ace Her nasal passages is filled with money, and it's massive (What I am is what I am) Well, what you are is a stunt, man You're on a hunt and your plan is to take all you can From my man and scram I've seen your kind before you're not original Just a sick mixed up individual Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch Marking off the goods you got going up another notch Your ways and actions are like those of a savage If the price is right, then anyone can ravage Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order What's really scary is you're somebody's daughter So don't come around trying to make a profit At the expense of another man, stop it Cause you see you're a freak show of the town Know what I think you ought to do is Slow down x7 What I am is what I am x2 Verse Three: Grand Puba As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt A forty and a blunt, that's all she really wants But she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plastic And if you swing an ep you'd better wear a prophylactic Cause things are getting drastic Slide up in the wrong one you'll end up in a casket (Slow down) Sister, there's no need in speeding She was doing lays before she started bleeding What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion? Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her Puba makes no mistakes She said "Rock me tonight (for old time's sake)" Picture that (Slow Down) You little hooker Honey got a problem with the bends Meaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins The hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversy She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy Come on toots you can take a thousand douche Scrub that ass and I'll still pass (Slow down) You're living foul (Slow down x2) Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin' Cause it ain't the season So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch Well go ahead You're living foul I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out Right by my side Slow down (repeat 12X) |
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from Brand Nubian - Rhino Hi-Five: Brand Nubian (2006)
Slow down (repeat 3X)
Verse one: Derrick X (Sadat X) Hey baby your hips is getting big Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers I wonder where he got 'em cause I hid 'em behind my speakers The object of your affection is the tree-top connection Or basically you love to smoke the wools The crackheads attract man they come up to my door I don't smoke gems so what they knocking for Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you Street time is limited to days On your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come back Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vowels With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile Used to walk with a swagger Now you simply stagger From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next Bitch get a job From me you won't rob Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand Now give that to the crack man You was fly once now you're losing all your fronts Started out light on the tip of woolie blunts Now you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipe Took a long pull...hype Yeah, head crack head crack You smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat (Hey yo X, wasn't that your girl?) Yeah I had to drop her Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her Slow down x5 What I am is what I am x2 Verse Two: Lord Jamar I knew this girl named Tropicana She's always juicing Producing cash for my sexual task She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat You ain't paid then your grade is incomplete You've got to flash dollars, to prove her And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover Taking all your papes like inhalation of ace Her nasal passages is filled with money, and it's massive (What I am is what I am) Well, what you are is a stunt, man You're on a hunt and your plan is to take all you can From my man and scram I've seen your kind before you're not original Just a sick mixed up individual Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch Marking off the goods you got going up another notch Your ways and actions are like those of a savage If the price is right, then anyone can ravage Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order What's really scary is you're somebody's daughter So don't come around trying to make a profit At the expense of another man, stop it Cause you see you're a freak show of the town Know what I think you ought to do is Slow down x7 What I am is what I am x2 Verse Three: Grand Puba As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt A forty and a blunt, that's all she really wants But she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plastic And if you swing an ep you'd better wear a prophylactic Cause things are getting drastic Slide up in the wrong one you'll end up in a casket (Slow down) Sister, there's no need in speeding She was doing lays before she started bleeding What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion? Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her Puba makes no mistakes She said "Rock me tonight (for old time's sake)" Picture that (Slow Down) You little hooker Honey got a problem with the bends Meaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins The hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversy She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy Come on toots you can take a thousand douche Scrub that ass and I'll still pass (Slow down) You're living foul (Slow down x2) Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin' Cause it ain't the season So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch Well go ahead You're living foul I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out Right by my side Slow down (repeat 12X) |
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from Brand Nubian - Fire In The Hole (2004)
Steven Biko, D.O. from the Bronx, Medgar Evers
Che Guevara, Fred Hampton, Martin Luther King Big L, Bob Marley, Huey P. Newton, Mike P Tupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Clarence 13X Emmitt Till, Big Trill, Nat Turner, Freaky Tah Wise from L.G., Malcolm X (rocket soars overhead) "Fire in the hole!" (war sounds) (x2) Hut one, hut two, hut Hut three, hut four, hut (Chorus: Lord Jamar) Soldiers don't die they just fade away Have you ever tried to spray the AK We camoflauged down with the analog sound Leavin enemies in the ground A thin red line, between war and peace Sometimes we creep on all fours behind enemy lines We look death in the face, on a daily basis We do it cause we have to, a soldier's story (Lord Jamar) Aiyyo taste the blood, as it hit your face And walk through the mud, shit up to your waist Feel the mosquito bite, at night, when the torpedos hit Smell the burnin flesh, hear the screams of death My man Jim just lost a limb His right arm was the price, freedom cost to him So much, loss of life, we lost so many men So many horrors, I wouldn't know, where to begin In a foxhole, lock and load let's rock'n'roll Guerilla warfare, all's fair that ends fair We gotta take this bridge, for the sake of the kids For the way, that they make us live We can do it with the gat or hand to hand combat Make plans to bomb that You see, war is hell so much more to tell And this is for alla y'all soldiers that fell (Chorus) (x2) Yo left, yo left Yo left, right, left (Sadat X) I got 13 guns now, plus a sword; bullets all over the floor In the drawer, by the closet, in the door And Ben, fixed my firing pen, that's 14 Hear a 30 bark, shoot it at the dirty narc Spark came with this gun, makin it 15 Oh yeah that ol' 22'll make it 16 Who got dough for the VA trip, come back with two on the hip That's 18, shiny and clean Jean the dopefiend been holdin somethin mean My son Sammy hold the diesel, and you give him the weasel 2 more flips, guns with grips, I'm into whips I'm 60/40 and the Bronx is no shorts We build forts from {?} and tenements Shoot off the roof blow-joe, and light a {?} My niggaz hold the heat and leave you dead on my street Oh we gon' eat, and anybody in my path is gettin beat (Chorus) (Grand Puba) Me and my soldiers commit espionage, for that 3-car garage Livin large, with the swimmin pool in the back yard Traitors, infiltrators of that top secret data Exterminators of creators who invented haters cause there's a civil war, poor killin poor Usin that psychological warfare to kill us all Too severe to ignore, so I play the spook who sat by the door Righteous teacher for the poor Dedicated soldiers, freedom fighters Rhyme writers on chore with the cure to stop the undyin war Nubian, follow me, hup two three From the year 2000 to the E-N-D Cause I don't know what y'all been told (See I don't know what y'all been told) Brand Nubian never sells their souls (Brand Nubian never sells their souls) (Chorus) (x2) Yo left, yo left Yo left, right, left (x4) Hut one, hut two, hut Hut three, hut four, hut |
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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
["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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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
"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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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
[Lord Jamar]
First up it's the nuts up, what's up to the niggas from the projects Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team Just freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of MCs If you're wack we got the right to seize He's black like Ultra, know your culture Motherfuckers don't know so they won't grow Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get or how rigid, niggas still get it I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures In my third eye, know you heard I study math like a mathmatician See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the GODs from the town of the Rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down Serge [Serge] You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin from another dimension, did I mention that funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop Goin all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate On a mission from Cleveland, ridin it from outta state So ready yourself because it's on full scale I heard some put Jamar to bail down to New Rochelle Now Rule, that's where we scheme and we plot On the late night, blunted in the basement with Sadat And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum And Serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite [Maestro Manny] I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one *?I'll bad bad and I'll run?* Original Flatbush style, and solo jam like BEEP Han Solo man Yes-a, Mr.Intellect-And-Sex in the flesh I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest Maestro Manny one verse, time come in My ??? ??? scab when they go flurry You don't concern me, your style can't burn me You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins After Thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch your murder flexin Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion 6' 1", two weaves and cocked diesel You can see that hair is curly, ain't no fuckin up like ??? SEE!!!! *Interlude* [Snagglepuss] When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt Even the hard niggas will be yellin "That's enough" But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the last kid His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin So bring all the flunkies you roll with So when I set it on your ache, you all be like "Oh shit!" You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion [Sadat X] Feel the wind blow thru your hair My aim is square on your backbone You're home alone and your mom work the double shift Just enough time for me to hit that off "Bounce on a nigga" said my man Wop Peace to the squad, One-Eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street on some casual shit, even my kid could flip Hear me on the wop tape BAM!! HIT EM Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin Peace to Courtland Ave., Teepee wheelnose in Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word My man Joon with the 'erb to the moon Eh Shawn Black, nigga, where ya at? No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema This is X and I'm straight from the Rule |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Clean Version] (1994)
[Lord Jamar]
First up it's the nuts up, what's up to the niggas from the projects Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team Just freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of MCs If you're wack we got the right to seize He's black like Ultra, know your culture Motherfuckers don't know so they won't grow Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get or how rigid, niggas still get it I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures In my third eye, know you heard I study math like a mathmatician See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the GODs from the town of the Rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down Serge [Serge] You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin from another dimension, did I mention that funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop Goin all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate On a mission from Cleveland, ridin it from outta state So ready yourself because it's on full scale I heard some put Jamar to bail down to New Rochelle Now Rule, that's where we scheme and we plot On the late night, blunted in the basement with Sadat And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum And Serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite [Maestro Manny] I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one *?I'll bad bad and I'll run?* Original Flatbush style, and solo jam like BEEP Han Solo man Yes-a, Mr.Intellect-And-Sex in the flesh I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest Maestro Manny one verse, time come in My ??? ??? scab when they go flurry You don't concern me, your style can't burn me You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins After Thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch your murder flexin Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion 6' 1", two weaves and cocked diesel You can see that hair is curly, ain't no fuckin up like ??? SEE!!!! *Interlude* [Snagglepuss] When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt Even the hard niggas will be yellin "That's enough" But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the last kid His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin So bring all the flunkies you roll with So when I set it on your ache, you all be like "Oh shit!" You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion [Sadat X] Feel the wind blow thru your hair My aim is square on your backbone You're home alone and your mom work the double shift Just enough time for me to hit that off "Bounce on a nigga" said my man Wop Peace to the squad, One-Eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street on some casual shit, even my kid could flip Hear me on the wop tape BAM!! HIT EM Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin Peace to Courtland Ave., Teepee wheelnose in Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word My man Joon with the 'erb to the moon Eh Shawn Black, nigga, where ya at? No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema This is X and I'm straight from the Rule |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
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... |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
Yeah, yeah, fo' your mind
Hmmmright, let's see what we can come up with Record after record, yeaaah, rhyme after rhyme check it [Sadat X] In the studio, on the first try On the verse high only birds fly You get out the pack like that y'all Straight off da head (what?), let niggas know I use to wear the pro Get three strikes yo, I used to have to court awarder but now I got a daughter and she gotta grow And I let her know that that ain't the way to go My name is X, yo I'm like a puzzle when I get released Just like I had my muzzle off, check it out yo I can never be sold You don't stop (and you don't quit) and you don't stop (We're makin hit after hit after hit y'all) Ya don't stop [Lord Jamar] Comin straight off da head one time it's the dread Lord J Come around the way, would you say? One time with my crew, manifessin Just like that, now who you think you tessin? Uhh Brand Nubian, my crew be in effect, uhh Get erect with the blunts and ya check right in, one time, goin to the bank, I'm cashin, and you know I be stashin in the mattress, one time with the phatness beats, I be blowin up, showin up at shows, checkin all the hoes Just like that and defeatin all my foes Go for jack [Sadat X] Yo my name is X, yo my name is X and I was born in the BX, I went to New Rochelle Know my man Mark the Spark who live in the Vernon And my man be they rhythm, dwell in Bronxdale, in the home of the boss, goin down the block or go to forest Keep on goin past Morris High School Then I go down the street to Courtland Ave. Vietnam, the male goes in Jackson Over the bridge, on 45th to 8th Ave. Go to 7th Ave., go to Polo Grounds Go to Drewham, 1-0-6 all the way to 1-10 Black Puerto Rican and Dominican, check it out [Lord Jamar] Uhh, we're gonna show you how we live, take you straight across the bridge to Medina where the GODs is meaner, wisdom is cleaner Straight down on Flatbush Ave. Some of the streets in Brooklyn'll make you laugh Names like Myrtle and Willoughby Things like Scurmerhorn and Classun and funny names like that but still they got the gats rollin Just like that that's how we be strollin Maestro Manny and my man Big Ill, we fill blunts Just like that we kill stunts Guts, and what'cha want like that, we got nuts Just like that cos it's phat, uhhh [Sadat X] Check it out, yeah (Like that, ya don't stop) And I keep on goin, I keep on goin (Just like that ya don't stop) My head keep goin on Rob deep from mackadocious, your cut be close With the one blade, ever since the first grade I been a fan of the rap and I can do this I use to watch and listen, and watch the ol' time greats and watch em how they did things and I learned it well I rip in New Rochelle, that's where I dwell (Uhh) Check it out, my name is X, yo my man Mark the Spark's with me My man Serge got the urge to splurge, he came from Cleveland All the way from Ohio, he's gonna letcha know can you deal with his flow, yo yo? [Lord Jamar] Aiyo, peace to the GODs, peace to the Earth Peace to the birth of me and my seed Khari It's like that in effect one time, and I'm the black man, intelligent with the plan Islam be the bomb, droppin on the devils Goin to a higher level Peace to Farrakhan and the Nation like that Creation is black, one time, that's a fact Original solar, I'm Lord Jamar, yes I be the intelligent one, I be the sun shinin Like the light in the night, but still I be bright One time, now I recite the lessons for ya one time, messin for ya or check it out, without a doubt Peace to the GODs, sincere, makin it clear Peace to Tamiq, yeah that's the language we speak Peace to Knowledge, he didn't go to college but still he got the supreme mind |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Clean Version] (1994)
Yeah, yeah, fo' your mind
Hmmmright, let's see what we can come up with Record after record, yeaaah, rhyme after rhyme check it [Sadat X] In the studio, on the first try On the verse high only birds fly You get out the pack like that y'all Straight off da head (what?), let niggas know I use to wear the pro Get three strikes yo, I used to have to court awarder but now I got a daughter and she gotta grow And I let her know that that ain't the way to go My name is X, yo I'm like a puzzle when I get released Just like I had my muzzle off, check it out yo I can never be sold You don't stop (and you don't quit) and you don't stop (We're makin hit after hit after hit y'all) Ya don't stop [Lord Jamar] Comin straight off da head one time it's the dread Lord J Come around the way, would you say? One time with my crew, manifessin Just like that, now who you think you tessin? Uhh Brand Nubian, my crew be in effect, uhh Get erect with the blunts and ya check right in, one time, goin to the bank, I'm cashin, and you know I be stashin in the mattress, one time with the phatness beats, I be blowin up, showin up at shows, checkin all the hoes Just like that and defeatin all my foes Go for jack [Sadat X] Yo my name is X, yo my name is X and I was born in the BX, I went to New Rochelle Know my man Mark the Spark who live in the Vernon And my man be they rhythm, dwell in Bronxdale, in the home of the boss, goin down the block or go to forest Keep on goin past Morris High School Then I go down the street to Courtland Ave. Vietnam, the male goes in Jackson Over the bridge, on 45th to 8th Ave. Go to 7th Ave., go to Polo Grounds Go to Drewham, 1-0-6 all the way to 1-10 Black Puerto Rican and Dominican, check it out [Lord Jamar] Uhh, we're gonna show you how we live, take you straight across the bridge to Medina where the GODs is meaner, wisdom is cleaner Straight down on Flatbush Ave. Some of the streets in Brooklyn'll make you laugh Names like Myrtle and Willoughby Things like Scurmerhorn and Classun and funny names like that but still they got the gats rollin Just like that that's how we be strollin Maestro Manny and my man Big Ill, we fill blunts Just like that we kill stunts Guts, and what'cha want like that, we got nuts Just like that cos it's phat, uhhh [Sadat X] Check it out, yeah (Like that, ya don't stop) And I keep on goin, I keep on goin (Just like that ya don't stop) My head keep goin on Rob deep from mackadocious, your cut be close With the one blade, ever since the first grade I been a fan of the rap and I can do this I use to watch and listen, and watch the ol' time greats and watch em how they did things and I learned it well I rip in New Rochelle, that's where I dwell (Uhh) Check it out, my name is X, yo my man Mark the Spark's with me My man Serge got the urge to splurge, he came from Cleveland All the way from Ohio, he's gonna letcha know can you deal with his flow, yo yo? [Lord Jamar] Aiyo, peace to the GODs, peace to the Earth Peace to the birth of me and my seed Khari It's like that in effect one time, and I'm the black man, intelligent with the plan Islam be the bomb, droppin on the devils Goin to a higher level Peace to Farrakhan and the Nation like that Creation is black, one time, that's a fact Original solar, I'm Lord Jamar, yes I be the intelligent one, I be the sun shinin Like the light in the night, but still I be bright One time, now I recite the lessons for ya one time, messin for ya or check it out, without a doubt Peace to the GODs, sincere, makin it clear Peace to Tamiq, yeah that's the language we speak Peace to Knowledge, he didn't go to college but still he got the supreme mind |
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from Brand Nubian - Foundation (1999)
Intro/Chorus: Lord Jamar, Grand Puba
Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin cool We drop a jewel and never stoppin what we do Always do what we must, everything that we touch is going platinum plus, comin thru in a clutch *repeat* Verse One: Lord Jamar, Grand Puba A lot of y'all niggas is 85th, on some shady shit Bark is much worse than your bite like a baby pit In the pitch dark of the night you's afraid to get exposed like the sunlight which rose in the morning Froze in a gunfight, forcing those who run with you to reevaluate affiliations We salivate from hunger, placed in fucked up situations and wonder when retaliation will occur Build destroy H-he or her It's time to fill the void, niggas kill the noise To the young boys, you fuckin with a grown-ass man Watch your tone or get acquainted with the back of my hand Nubian Brand steadily influencin fans For other rappers we gon' ruin your plans What we doin stands as a motto Like Grace Jones' nipple to the bottle We pioneer and never follow We're out for the lion's share now watch me take it there Yeah, my verbal clarity speaks for my popularity Sell 5 million CDs and give the proceeds to my favorite charity Son, I ain't gonna super splash you with no Fantasy Island shit I mean I work hard for what I got and I be thankful for what I get And if you practice, spit your verbs properly, not sloppily Like monopoly, you can end up with cheese, whips and property Oh damn, silly of me, I forgot to let y'all know it's one thing you should never do in this game and that's sell your soul I make a lot of sense then I go and make the dollars Work hard like blue collars, ghetto scholars is hard to follow Niggas say it's real rough today and I say what you say They promised me 40 acres and a mule and all I got was a project and a subway I stay positive, niggas mistake that for not hard Nigga I'm GOD, walk thru North America like Master Farrad Me and my squad, separating the peas from the pod No bodyguard, fuck around and roll a tank thru your yard Chorus Verse Two: Sadat X Yeah Man, these dick-in-the-butt rappers could get shot in the face Dragged thru the streets and probably left some place I seem shootouts in the park Ball games turned tragic, bitch niggas gettin smacked and smacked again in front of they girl, and she's throwing away that ass And I ain't really asked for it cos a lot of niggas tore it And yes, my man Hav had bought me something from VA I was gonna hit him with doe but he ain't reall want no shorts Cos we had worked together and he knew I was true blue Man, I swore I would never go to VA again until I found out who killed my best friend I can tell by the wind somebody's gettin ready to bend They lifestyle's bout to end I'm in these African cabs on stores run by the Arabs with pictures of yen, seem like they schemin Herculoid cats get flattened and reduced to pitchin That girl gave you crabs but I can't explain those scabs [Grand Puba] Ha ha, where we at? Flash one-time Chorus (x2) Ha, '98, too soon Brand Nubian, what? |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
Intro/Chorus:
Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!) Sweatin bullets, wet a whole click full of suckers (Wet em up!) Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!) Sweatin bullets, if I flip then I'm gonna fuck it (Wet em up!) *repeat* Verse One: Sadat X For the next couple of seconds or however long it takes I'ma hit y'all with somethin far below Christ or nothin Couldn't get a better deal if this was Vegas Ain't no cards on the table, just a bottle of Black Label and a picture of your girl who I said was sweatin bullets Reach for it, pull it, or we'll always have beef You'll be scared to walk the streets, sweatin up your sheets You bought a ticket to Jamaica, I caught you at the airport Blood spilled on your dome, which funeral dome is da one preferred, all expenses occurred to the one who sweats the bullet, slugs, thugs and drugs Or whoever bring it better be able to sing it Cos the song of a dead man's a sad one And a family without a son is a mad one Sweatin bullets and I know you love your family but Money you can't scare me or when I'm feelin *?melly?* You could get over but I'ma bring ya back down Play ya like a clown, from the brother's ringling Your spine is tinglin, you can't feel your legs "Will I ever walk to the doctor?" you begs The hot one shattered your spinal vertebrae Remember that shit that you said the other day They gotcha style with the dead arm Take the dead aim and flash your name Chorus Verse Two: Lord Jamar I'm sweatin motherfuckers like Jack LeLaine, I packs the pain I'll rack your brain, leave you in a sack wit your name hangin from your toe as I'm bangin your hoe She'll be slangin pussy down in Magic City, bringin me doe If you don't know it's Lord Jamar from the Nubian set No matter who the fuck you are we're puttin down the sweat Servin heat on a motherfucker's street Bullets be dripped whiles a motherfucker trippin You'll never catch me slippin cos I got my rubber soles The devils make me sick, I'd love to fill em full of holes Kill em all in the daytime, broad motherfuckin daylight 12 o'clock, grab the Glock while waitin for the night We sweatin motherfuckin bullets, and if we break a sweat that means we'll make ya wet I'll take your life and jet back to some place cooler Now Ruler is where my burner gets the fueler If niggas wanna do I got the hollow point teflon The kind niggas will vest then get laid to rest on So niggas bring your best on but I suggest you invest on a burial plot cos shit is gettin hot, we're sweatin bullets Chorus |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Clean Version] (1994)
Intro/Chorus:
Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!) Sweatin bullets, wet a whole click full of suckers (Wet em up!) Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!) Sweatin bullets, if I flip then I'm gonna fuck it (Wet em up!) *repeat* Verse One: Sadat X For the next couple of seconds or however long it takes I'ma hit y'all with somethin far below Christ or nothin Couldn't get a better deal if this was Vegas Ain't no cards on the table, just a bottle of Black Label and a picture of your girl who I said was sweatin bullets Reach for it, pull it, or we'll always have beef You'll be scared to walk the streets, sweatin up your sheets You bought a ticket to Jamaica, I caught you at the airport Blood spilled on your dome, which funeral dome is da one preferred, all expenses occurred to the one who sweats the bullet, slugs, thugs and drugs Or whoever bring it better be able to sing it Cos the song of a dead man's a sad one And a family without a son is a mad one Sweatin bullets and I know you love your family but Money you can't scare me or when I'm feelin *?melly?* You could get over but I'ma bring ya back down Play ya like a clown, from the brother's ringling Your spine is tinglin, you can't feel your legs "Will I ever walk to the doctor?" you begs The hot one shattered your spinal vertebrae Remember that shit that you said the other day They gotcha style with the dead arm Take the dead aim and flash your name Chorus Verse Two: Lord Jamar I'm sweatin motherfuckers like Jack LeLaine, I packs the pain I'll rack your brain, leave you in a sack wit your name hangin from your toe as I'm bangin your hoe She'll be slangin pussy down in Magic City, bringin me doe If you don't know it's Lord Jamar from the Nubian set No matter who the fuck you are we're puttin down the sweat Servin heat on a motherfucker's street Bullets be dripped whiles a motherfucker trippin You'll never catch me slippin cos I got my rubber soles The devils make me sick, I'd love to fill em full of holes Kill em all in the daytime, broad motherfuckin daylight 12 o'clock, grab the Glock while waitin for the night We sweatin motherfuckin bullets, and if we break a sweat that means we'll make ya wet I'll take your life and jet back to some place cooler Now Ruler is where my burner gets the fueler If niggas wanna do I got the hollow point teflon The kind niggas will vest then get laid to rest on So niggas bring your best on but I suggest you invest on a burial plot cos shit is gettin hot, we're sweatin bullets Chorus |
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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
[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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from Brand Nubian - Foundation (1999)
"Grand Puba" "Lord Jamar" "Sadat X" "Alamo"
[Puba] "Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival" [Jamar] "I'm only bringin you the real" "Grand Puba" "Lord Jamar" "Sadat X" "Alamo" [Puba] "Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival" [Sadat] "Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin about" Verse One: Lord Jamar Three sixty degrees I stand in the square, right over left Preparin to fight to the death, you could never stifle this Not even the triflest, nigga on Earth, could ever fuck with what I spit in a verse, we always hit where it hurts Underground so we dig in the dirt Always gotta put a nigga to work, is how it seems It's kinda hard to hear the silent screams Through the violent things, turn a deaf ear Your body might get left there - you better step to the rear We put it down with Premier, rock mad army gear You ain't heard us all together in, several years It's like a federal crime, you had to settle for rhymes that lacked substance, we got that in abundance Pro-black and you know that We stay Fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar come too far, to ever try and go back "Grand Puba" "Lord Jamar" "Sadat X" "Alamo" [Puba] "Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival" [Jamar] "I'm only bringin you the real" "Grand Puba" "Lord Jamar" "Sadat X" "Alamo" [Puba] "Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival" [Sadat] "Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin about" Verse Two: Sadat X I'm on 110 and Lennox with these Africans overseein our physical being, and how we doin it It only take one bad nigga to ruin it, pursuin it and actin like it can't happen put you in the chair To the bookings we go, on the twenty-four hour flow I run through obstacles, take off my shackles Proper backing with the bangers and the rhyme singers I run with dem and others, rock NY in colors with the straight brim and the chick who work in the gym The great Datty in the C-Town Express Whoever step to this is gonna have to face stress Whoever step to this better be at they best Look at me close I'm the perfect host you standin too close so back up, you should never try to act up The Wild Cowboy still got the style boy One of a kind I throw a helluva line "Grand Puba" "Lord Jamar" "Sadat X" "Alamo" [Puba] "Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival" [Jamar] "I'm only bringin you the real" "Grand Puba" "Lord Jamar" "Sadat X" "Alamo" [Puba] "Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival" [Sadat] "Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin about" Verse Three: Grand Puba Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah My man Primo hit me off with the plural Zig Zag Zig like Zorro now we makin more bread than Stella Doro Unsung hero bring more _Heat_ than DeNiro Never known for spittin trash shit on the mic, that shit's a zero Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters Make y'all get nuts like a cellblock filled with dick beaters Make my approach then shorty's bagged like coach Cut on the lights if she ain't a dime then watch me run like a roach Y'all know my shit be hot they call me Dr. Doo-a-lot Now I got seeds so I'm stingy I keep strings on my Benji's So tree up, nigga we up, about to re-up Y'all know the deal, grab this paper, dissapear like Copperfield I need a meal, time to eats with a flow Drop the beat, press it up, and hit the street, dinnertime's complete My Nubian ways'll get ass that open for days Make more chips than Frito Lays when I spit the phrase that pays "Grand Puba" "Lord Jamar" "Sadat X" "Alamo" [Puba] "Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival" [Jamar] "I'm only bringin you the real" "Grand Puba" "Lord Jamar" "Sadat X" "Alamo" [Puba] "Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival" [Sadat] "Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin about" |
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from Brand Nubian - In God We Trust (1993)
"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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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
[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! |
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from Brand Nubian - Foundation (1999)
Intro/Chorus: Shelene
Too late, too late baby, bye-bye I'll be there tonight You'll get left behind Now's my time to shine Verse One: Grand Puba Now I got the best birthday present when my ass born It was my mama, old dad plant the seed like a farmer Life was kind of hard livin in hell's backyard Didin't have a job, honey fronted on the GOD Shorty racing, only hollering at cats who be lacin She had some shit with her, she was caught up in the glitter "Brother come see me when you get five digits bigger" Oh that's the way you tryin to doo-doo on a nigga She likes the lavish, no time for a brother livin average Play the knees for the cheese like a savage Now she lost and turned out, rotten teeth in her mouth cos she ran the wrong route Shorty 'member me, now I'm seven digits bigger Platinum artist status, mad cheese from Hilfiger Now ya feelin me because you're smoked out and high but too late baby, bye-bye Chorus Verse Two: Lord Jamar I wish you could have been there when I had my first fight The other kid said he was gonna get his father I didn't bother to respond cos I knew that you was gone Forced to carry on and teach myself right from wrong As far back as I can remember you was never around In September it was back to school The eldest member of my family so I packed the tool It made a nigga feel manly when I smacked a fool with it, could've schooled me on pussy before I hit it Or took me to a park with a ball and said "Hit it" But we was all left in the dark, accepting the parts of you we was able to get, affectin my heart Nowadays you expecting to start, anew when I lived my whole life apart from you Too late you better check the due date See there's no explanation for the expiration Chorus Bridge: Sherene It's too late, bye-bye Oh bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-byeeee, yeah It's too late, bye-bye, oh babe Bye-bye-bye-bye-byeeee-bye-bye Bye-bye-bye-bye-byeeeee Verse Three: Sadat X Niggas disrespect my crib droppin ashes on the floor Another half of beer I'm findin behind the chair Let you meal like you wish but you can't even wash a dish but you love to eat and rest them stink ass feet And blow up my telephone line like you was home Seen a nigga make five quick calls to the dome Ride around all day, 'Dro-ed or hash I ain't never heard once "Can I help you with gas?" I ain't never heard "X, can I buy you a meal?" But if we going downtown niggas is ready to wheel Now if you broke you broke, you got five dollars, give me one Cos most likely I'll give it back before the day is done If I'm spendin and bending, you should do it pendin That day when you break out and finally get your cake But I don't let that stress me cos life is but a test, B And every waken day, I'ma stay okay Chorus to fade |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
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.. |
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from Brand Nubian - Foundation (1999)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, uh-huh
Chorus: U for me (U for me) And me for you (Me for you) One for all (One for all) That's the way we do (That's the way we do) U for me (U for me) And me for you (That's right) One for all (One for all) That's the way we do (That's the way we do) Verse One: Grand Puba Yeah I keep truer, sidestep MC's like manure Play the corner like a sewer, keep it milky like Kahlua Ya heard my shit be off the optimately optimate Once a nigga begin to spit, get ya high like trees and shit That's it, then I push it uptown to the Bush Yeah I moosh, watch me hook it off like a Nike swoosh My conglomerates reign dominance with prominence Son, a lot of niggas thought I was done but I only just begun Can y'all feel me because we feel y'all can Smoke the tree right off the tims, long live Brand Nubian My rhyme flow be imported, got so many different styles my shit is assorted Never distorted, wanna catch my flow, better camcord it I'm a take you there, believe me yo See I'm here like welfare, got so many niggas livin my nickname should be "Air" You for me, me for you, that's how we do, 99-to-two-thou Brand Nu Chorus: U for me (Uhuh) Me for you (Me for you) One for all (One for all now) That's the way we do (That's just the way we do) U for me (That's you for me) Me for you (Uhuh) One for all (One for all) That's the way we do (That's just the way we do) Verse Two: Lord Jamar Yeah, we engage the enemy, arrange the assembly Flip thru the pages of time, do you remember me? Thru the ages I existed only as a memory Some of me exists inside your biochemistry I be the slave that always misbehave, runnin for days The North Star help me find my way I ain't got no time to play, I'm trying to get away Bloodhounds tryin to track me down, tryin to bring me back to town If they catch me they just might ax me Won't arraign me, they probably hang me But it's freedom or death, exert speed til my last breath Can't half step, Whitey's on my trail I'm ridin on the underground rail, hidin from the face that's pale Me and Harriet, Swing Low Sweet Chariot and take me home They wanna break my bones and take me where they keep the tombstones Chorus: U for me (That's you for me) Me for you (and that's me for you) One for all (One for all baby) That's the way we do (That's just the way that we do) U for me (Brand Nu, Brand Nu) Me for you (Me for you, huh) One for all (One for all) That's the way we do (That's the way we do) Verse Three: Sadat X Let me find out, y'all tryin to dine out without me there It can't happen, why is ya still yappin? I'm known by college grads and then by anyone who all knighted Why you so excited? You scarin chicks and grabbin em Talkin bout cabbin off the bat Relax nigga, you here with me, we don't get down like that I keep 13 with one in the ass, you Catholic mass Nobody wants to die and be a mural on the wall I'm the apostle y'all, I'm like Samuel L.L. But I'll swing by you like Eve with a gun in my sleeve Weed spots is like my need spots, let freedom ring Sadat X Luther King I wanna 1000 from the housing, don't know how much the club allows in but I told the bouncer, I said "Yo that's not my fault there's no need for assault", push and hit the asphalt Now I'm a peaceful man, would you do for me, or is it...... Chorus: U for me (Is it in like that?) Me for you (Fo' sho', here we go) One for all (I said it's one for all) That's the way we do (That's the way that we do) U for me (U for me, u for me y'all) Me for you (Fo' sho', I'm for you, dogg) One for all (One for all) That's the way we do (That's the way we do) U for me (Brand Nubian huh) Me for you ('98-'99) One for all (Touche, here we go) That's the way we do (And that's the way, that's the way, that's the way) U for me (Yeah sho' nuff) Me for you (Uhuh, keep it goin) One for all (One for all baby) That's the way we do (That's the way we do, that's the way we do) |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
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 |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
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 |
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from Brand Nubian - Rhino Hi-Five: Brand Nubian (2006)
The attribute Haji helper to another god in need
He Allah God Islam As I proceed to civilize the uncivilized Word to wisdom from the groove to the wise I guess I'm like the verbalizer for the fact I'm moving blackwards This asiatic black man is a dog spelled backwards The maker, the owner, the cream of the planet Earth Father of civilization, God of the universe Manifesting thought with my infinite styles Making sure this travels only 23 million miles The other six I set the crucifix Cause the heart of the problem is this: Preacher got my aunt to put money in the pan For the rest of the week now I'm eating out of soup cans He has a home, drives a Caddy through town Has my old earth believing that he's coming from the ground (Jesus) Slain were those who fought for what was right Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite Of drugs, controlled substances contained in a vial Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles Good at the game of tricknology But I have knowledge of myself you're not fooling me You see, the answer to me is black unity Unification to help our bad situation I wrote this on the day of wisdom power All being born to myself I won't diss the next brother to be paid that's not my trade It's just the planet is designed by the colored man Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (way of us) That's the way the devil wants it so it is no fuss (it is no fuss) It's just that sad old song self-destruction To stop our reproduction And put our wisdom before us (murderer) That makes it wisdom knowledge (murderer) So we need knowledge wisdom to bring forth the understanding (murderer) Culture freedom (murderer) Power refinement (murderer) Equality god build destroy born za cipher (muderer) (Can a devil fool a Muslim?) No, not nowaday bro (Do you mean to say the devil fooled us 400 years ago?) Lack of self or traitors mating interpretations (??) Saying did we receive more gold for our labor in this nation Did we receive more gold? Nah-cipher It's time to drop the bomb and make the devil pay the piper True indeed God true indeed hajj (lack of self) x2 True indeed God true indeed Wake up wake up wake up (Come on) Wake up wake up wake up (I want you to listen to me) Wake up wake up wake up (Come on now) Wake up wake up wake up (Bust it) The solution: knowledge of self to better ourself Cause I know myself that we can live much better than this Nothing's changed, it's just another sequel The devil's still causing trouble amongst the righteous people Drugs in our community (That ain't right) Can't even get a job (That ain't right) Poisoning our babies (That ain't right) Lying who is God (That ain't right) Now here's some food for thought Many fought for the sport And the black man still comes up short It's time to motiviate, build and elevate Blind deaf and dumb we've got to change their mindstate So I dip dip dive-a Civilize a 85er Gotta let him know the devil's a conniver This is the plan from the brotherman From the motherland now it's time to take a stand I keep to striving to do my duty to awaken To the universal family I say a salaam alakum (Reggae chatter) Yeah Now I've gotta give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers Lord Jamar, God Allah Derrick X is on the flex Alamo is good to go Sincere, the god is in here Move on black man move on We gotta move on black man move on x3 Yeah Now I gotta give a shout out to the SD 50's Putting this in effect I'm gonna say like this before I motivate Please educate Allah's children with equality |
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from Brand Nubian - Everything Is Everything [Expicit VErsion] (1994)
[Lord Jamar]
Once again it's the dread and the bald head Won't be satisfied til the devil's I see em all dead Layin in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin Do you think a nigga forgot? Matter fact my trigger's hot, you blink you gettin shot And if the weather's hot, your body's gonna stink when it rot Lord J got the arms, Sadat got the bombs We don't feel shit, you cried a hit on ya moms Now leave the bloody bitch in a ditch Get'cha pretty penny if the mother of my enemy My brother's sendin me four bursts from down south And for the lies you told, I'ma buck you in the mouth Now what the fuck's this all about? [Sadat X] Everybody gotta weapon Who's gonna let burst the first shot? Hmm, I thought not Feel the battle, tell Darryl that his first-born is dead Shot in the back by the task force I'm mistakin your face in a similar face Got em murdered much like how the buffalo is herded by the pale face who threw some game on the Indian, who got jerked for New York You better walk, got caught then wear your vest We might throw somethin that's hollow Brand Nubian ain't never been the ones, to follow nobody We gotta lotta arms but I like to pump the shotty Hook: (x3) Now what the fuck's this all about? [Lord Jamar] It's all about brothers risin up, wisin up Sizin up a situation, but gettin fit within the nation No deviation, a straight pathways down my wrath I sing sounds of math on behalf of the Gods and the Earths, birthplace in space You be fuckin with my turf when you be fuckin with my race Now face, your maker and take your last breath The time is half past death now what the fuck's this all about? [Sadat X] If you're less than a man, in my eyes then your head's off, and I'ma set off the wheels Motherfuck the baby seals or savin the whales All the crack sells, it's the armageddon ............... so cancel the wettin Go in the garage, find that old camouflage blend in like a mirage and explode Take nothin lightly, crackers shootin nightly Cos I don't need nobody that's gon' shoot me in the back Black people show 'n' act and when they front, that's wack Hook (x6) |
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from Brand Nubian - One For All (1990)
"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. |
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