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1. _ Alladat
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! more free lyrics |
2. _ Hold On
[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* more free lyrics |
3. _ Gang Bang
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 more free lyrics |
4. _ What the Fuck?
[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) more free lyrics |
5. _ Nubian Jam
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* more free lyrics |
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6. _ Weed Vs. Weaves (interlude)
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7. _ Word is Bond
Intro/Chorus: (x2) "Word is bond, we got it goin on "C'mon throw ya hands in the air Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn in the air, in the air It's like that y'all, ya don't stop C'mon throw ya hands in the air Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot" in the air, in the air" Verse One: Lord Jamar, Sadat X Whenever ya hear the piece of the track, peace to the black peeps on the streets with the beats in the jeeps Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law It's the G-O-D, my delivery is C-O-D Word is bond and bond is life We got it goin on tonight, don't nobody wanna fight they wanna see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke Utilisin the effects of the smoke More cash to smash to make the blunt last Fill it with hash til it pass, don't even ask in the Flat' Put ass in a grip, flags is half-mast Somebody must've passed, we're makin your ass drip into the stands Fold my cash at last, my task to teach the class and receive somethin more than brass is a blast Make a brother work hard, long and fast...... Chorus (x2) Verse Two: Lord Jamar, Sadat X Dreadlock, I send a rock from my block Clock wax like crack, samplin from old stacks That's where the soul's at, in this whole rap universe We kick the funky tunes with a burst Sun, moon and star, *?Sunbumba?* Jamar To get me in the flow, now I'm read' to go Set to show, everybody in the party that we're nice wit out sippin on Bacardi and ice The southpaw, ask your ma, I be the shinin star No matter who you are, no matter who you are I'll rape the tape, drop along in interstate wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate And by fakin I'll avoid the court date, no legal aid Everything's paid, while courts are tyraid If the money ain't made, talkin millions but spendin penny's and gettin cheap shoes from Kenny's Chorus Verse Three: Lord Jamar, Sadat X Now let's take time out to say peace to the GODs (PEACE) Bust how I release cos this beat is hard We be the squad from raw-taught to rule Take a thought to the top now I drop the jewel I push the Cadillac DeVille and still we real I drive a garbage truck and not give a ........ I need to earn a buck four-a-year I'm thru with buyin wild gear Just somethin I can wear, somethin fly when I'm there Well now we're here to take the gold and the cash 'fore the bill fold I told their ass to chill and they're still cold Frozen cos they're not amongst the chosen one Sun shines like a beacon, similar to Howard Speake As I receive the mic for the last time, I clear up your past crime All felonies can go, as long as you know Brand Nubian will stand, without the use of a band We always work with a plan Chorus (x2) more free lyrics |
8. _ Sweatin Bullets
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 more free lyrics |
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9. _ Lookin At God (interlude)
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10. _ Down For The Real
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) more free lyrics |
11. _ Return of the Dread
"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" more free lyrics |
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12. _ Another Day In The Beast
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13. _ Straight Off Da Head
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 more free lyrics |
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