Brand Nubian

[Verse One: Sadat X]
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But yall know its me or could you tell by the spree
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah
Give the question, Im tired of brothers guessin
The Nubian brought the X a lot of fame
But wouldnt it be a shame if it all up and ended
That aint the plan I had and shit like that aint 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
Im with the uptown baldies, kids that were Lords
Kick for kids thats 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 youre crazy
The only way Id fall is if I got fat and lazy
And I wont 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 yall 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 aint Humpty Dumpty chump, see
I aint fallin, you can go call in
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Try to knock me off you never see another day again
My seven-twenty-one-fourteens ready
And my scope with the laser beam steady
So if youre feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck
How could I kill a man, well I just dont give a fuck, so
Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock
With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten
Were bound to win, cause God dont like ugly
You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged G
I dont wanna be the man, I just wanna make jams
Cuttin sharp like Edward Scissorhands
Its ninety-two and of course we grew seeds
theyre planted like a farmer, so lets reap what we sew
And if youre thinking that were a hoe in the game
We gettin wreck to your brain
[ Allah U Akbar Lyrics ]