Yes, yes, yes it's a test test now Rule is the town Where we rest rest if you were wondering Were the ballistics finally in again, Brand Nubian! You and your came to see the three rock
Now she stays kick the lyrics, throw her down To her PJ'S lay her on the and do work In three ways after the party, guess Aiyyo she's payin'!
so good!
I got this girl a mink sable, in return I got a Her name was Fat Mabel and she my kid to table Ate pasta with this rasta, went out her sister Her hands on her chin, thought she was a 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 spot And stunts was on the wiggy, I her name was Ziggy But her name was Lucy and I met her on the Put me on hold to go in a store to get (Come on)
Aiyyo mack she to stop it Now let me kick some flavor since we're building on the 'Cause yo, I knew this girl and her name was She rested in Medina, never saw eyes greener than But yo was just one little flaw, the green eyes
I had to penalize, cause they was bought in a A cosmetic, it was pathetic If they was real, then yo she got the But they wasn't so she I the natural look, so I kicked it to her cousin
Feels so good, so good
C'mere let me put it to you like sugar Don't go changing, to try to me Don't change the of your hair! Your hair, hair, your hair!
I said no no no I want that I can talk to! I'll take you the way you are! is bond! yeah right!
Too hot to handle when I was I used to vandal Giving the comfort like a foot and a sandle Always help another brother, never running And if I hit the skids, well I'll panhandle
Now I'm gettin' papes, but stunts the vapes I see it as a joke cause they break when broke I can give a roar like an dinosaur Swing a microphone like the great Thor
Puba is the mack that's hyphenated Girls seem to love the way my things are Hump on a bump 'til them bumps is sore Take a quick then I'm goin back for more!
Feels so good, feels so Brother, Derek X, flavor
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is Lucille Throw a dip in my hip so they me extra ill Making big from tidbits, how I make my bread Do some situps, and squat thrusts, to keep a head
'Cause I'm well bred, and mannered, I create in my Stay up late at until my brain says to stop Then I quit, wake up in the and continue it I find the same line, and add some that's hype (Shit)
But my stripes, me by champ out the bass coming from the power amp I'm the and like Ayatollah I used to in Saudi Arabia
I never come out straight out with an Just a yes, or a no, or a I do But with my sometimes I get blazed Jump on the floor and kick a new dance I can read and I've red since the of?
If rhymin' is fundamental, light up a spliff and grab, and not an ounce of flab, is on my My mother's spanish, my father's part yardie I'm not a junior, try to see me a? I got yeast to rise straight the moon
so good Feels so Feels so Lord Jamar, God step to it!
Girls scope this, in astrology they knowledge me That's cause I'm God, but look too hard in the sun 'cause you get done My number's seven, that's six one Now any way you count Lord Jamar will to be
A tower, so yo, my power As I conclude, to I won't be rude Just feedin' em my mental food I embellish with lyrics, that can't be
Serve 'em straight from my mouth and in your ears they're The I say, is out of the ordinary Some say unique I prefer the term MC's rhymes are ancient a dinosaur fossil They're weak and outdated while my are collosal
Like a Lamborghini, I good, and I'm expensive the power I'm unleashing is just, too intensive Discombublatin MC's with mind percentage Guys like my rhymes, like my masculinity
When I'm on the mic I say I feel I'll never perpetrate cause the God's for It's like that and at my jams you know never be bored (That) So just and scream, praise the Lord
now this is how we gonna do it Before we get out like
We to be some soloists but now we form tri-pack And if you try to to this you just might catch an eye jack And if you were intelligent, you really try that is just one black, we'll be back!
To my man Alamo and to the man To my man Mark the and to my brother Melachon And Skeff Anslem on the aiyyo check this out We got some shoutouts for my man Grand You know what I'm since he doin' the la la lah' He say peace to his man C T W O To my man Zee see you real soon!