1.Allah U Akbar
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
2.Ain't No Mystery
'who is that？' 'the supreme black man, that's who!' (3x)
'who is that？' 'the supreme black man, that's who!' (3x)
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
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
'who is that？' 'the supreme black man, that's who!' (3x)
'who is that？' 'the supreme black man, that's who!' (3x)
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
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
'who is that？' 'the supreme black man, that's who!' (3x)
'who is that？' 'the supreme black man, that's who!' (3x)
3.Meaning Of The 5%
4.Pass The Gat
'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)
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)
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!
5.Black Star Line
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
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
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
I, wouldn't resort, to askin for a passport
Love vibes rule so your black face is cool
Cool, but not frozen, a trip for the chosen few..
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
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
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
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)
Brand nubian wanna give nuff respect to the one marcus garvey
Nuff respect to red foxx
Sting international in the house
Dave kennedy on the boards
Knowhati'msayin？ the one rafael
Nuff respect to the god sincere
Yeah, yaknowhati'msayin？ mark the spark is in the house
And umm, this how we work out
For the ninety-two season
6.Allah And Justice
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)
The knowledge, is, the foundation
The wisdom is the wa-ay
The understanding shows you
That you are on your way
...
The culture, is our god
The power is the truth
Equally only shows you
That you have planted your roots
...
God, came to teach us
Of, the righteous way
How, to build and be born
On, this glorious day
...
The knowledge, of, the cipher
Is, to enlighten you
True that true that true that you know
That god is right beside you
...
7.The Godz...(Must Be Crazy)
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..
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!)
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!
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？
8.The Travel Jam
'took a lear jet, don't fear yet'
'took a lear jet, don't fear yet'
'my suitcases is packed, and i'm goin on a trip' -＞ derek x
'my suitcases is packed, and i'm goin on a trip' -＞ derek x
And my bags is at the door
Where we're goin it's kinda cold
I'ma go and kiss my momma and my grand old earth goodbye
Is there anything i'm forgettin？
Let me check my room, oh yeah there goes my boom
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
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
Just low cars that bounce
We need our meals kosher on this flight
Don't want no swine in my sight
The kid's sendin a limo, to meet us at the gate
That motherfucker that time sent a fuckin ham sandwich
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
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
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
Did you leave the hoe with a story to tell？
Dependin on the mental and the body that she's got
But uhh, let's pack up these bags
And get the fuck outta dodge, word to mother
But i let a.. i wanna let em know one thing
'fore we be out
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
9.Brand Nubian Rock The Set
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)
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)
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
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)
10.Love Me Or Leave Me Alone
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..
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
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？
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＊
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＊
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＊
11.Steal Ya 'ho
'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)
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)
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)
12.Steady Bootleggin'
['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.']
13.Black And Blue
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
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
14.Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down
('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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