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Brand Nubian ~ 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 more free lyrics |