Yes, yes, yes it's a test test now Rule is the town Where we rest rest rest if you were the ballistics finally in once again, Brand Nubian! You and your girl to see the three rock
Now she stays the funky lyrics, throw her down To her lay her on the floor and do work In three after the party, guess what? Aiyyo still payin'!
so good!
I got girl a mink sable, in return I got a cable Her name was Fat and she brought my kid to table Ate pasta with rasta, went out with her sister Her on her chin, thought she was a mister out disco dancing and my feet I made blister Smacked in the until I finally I dissed her
Encounter with a stunt, and I'm out for fronts And stunts was on the wiggy, I her name was Ziggy But her was Lucy and I met her on the deucey Put me on hold to go in a to get loosey (Come on)
Aiyyo she need to stop it Now let me some flavor since we're building on the topic 'Cause yo, I knew girl and her name was Tina She rested in Medina, never saw eyes greener hers But yo there was just one little flaw, the eyes
I had to penalize, cause was bought in a store A cosmetic, it was pathetic If they was real, yo she got the credit But wasn't so she doesn't I the natural look, so I kicked it to her cousin
Feels so good, so good
C'mere let me put it to you this sugar go changing, to try to please me Don't the color of your hair! hair, your hair, your hair!
I no no no I just want Someone I can talk to! I'll take you the way you are! is bond! yeah right!
Too hot to handle I was young I used to vandal Giving girls the comfort a foot and a sandle Always another brother, never running scandals And if I hit the skids, well just panhandle
Now I'm gettin' papes, but stunts gets the I see it as a joke cause they when you're broke I can a roar like an ancient dinosaur Swing a like the great mighty Thor
Puba Maxwell is the that's hyphenated Girls seem to love the way my things are Hump on a bump 'til bumps is feelin sore Take a quick breather then I'm back for more!
Feels so good, feels so Brother, Derek X, flavor
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Throw a dip in my hip so call me extra ill Making big hits from tidbits, how I my bread Do some situps, and squat thrusts, to a level head
'Cause I'm well bred, and mannered, I create in my Stay up late at night until my brain to stop Then I quit, wake up in the and continue it I find the same line, and add some more that's (Shit)
But my stripes, me by champ out the bass coming from the power amp I'm the controller and Ayatollah I used to live in Saudi
I never come out straight out an answer Just a yes, or a no, or a I do But with my crew sometimes I get Jump on the floor and kick a new craze I can and I've red since the days of?
If is fundamental, then light up a spliff and grab, and not an of flab, is on my body My mother's part spanish, my father's part I'm not a junior, try to see me a? I got yeast to rise straight the moon
so good Feels so so good Lord Jamar, God Allah to it!
scope this, like in astrology they knowledge me That's cause I'm God, but don't look too in the sun you might get done My number's seven, that's six one Now any way you Lord Jamar will amount to be
A tower, so yo, knowledge my As I conclude, to girls I won't be Just verbally feedin' em my food I embellish lyrics, that can't be contested
Serve 'em straight from my mouth and in your they're digested The rhyme I say, is out of the Some say unique I prefer the extraordinary MC's rhymes are ancient like a fossil They're weak and outdated while my are collosal
Like a Lamborghini, I good, and I'm expensive Plus the I'm unleashing is just, too intensive Discombublatin MC's with thin mind Guys like my rhymes, girls my masculinity
I'm on the mic I say what I feel I'll never perpetrate cause the God's for It's that and at my jams you know you'll never be bored (That) So just and scream, praise the Lord
Alright now this is how we do it Before we get out like
We used to be some soloists but now we tri-pack And if you try to step to this you might catch an eye jack And if you intelligent, you really wouldn't try that This is one black, we'll be back!
To my man and to the man Sincere To my man the Spark and to my brother Melachon And Skeff Anslem on the board aiyyo this out We got some shoutouts for my man Puba You know what I'm sayin' since he the la la lah' He say peace to his man C T W O To my man Zee I'll see you soon!