[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 why'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 surprise 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]

Writer : LORENZO DECHALUS, DEREK MURPHY
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group