get nothin’ but abuse
hook x4
punks jump up to get beat down
get nothin’ but abuse
sadat x
one day when i was ridin’ on the train i seen these two kids talkin’
about the nubian reign had fallen
i didn’t say nothin’ ’cause these kids caught my goat
even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote
so this kid with mouth swagger ‘n i’ll blaze the cloak and dagger
so i gotta show dukes the macho lot that i am
i can rock a jam make the world drop ham
oh yes i’m the bad man and bad men wear black
and if it comes to droppin’ bombs yo i’m with that
though i can freak fly flow fuck up a faggot
don’t understand their ways i ain’t down with gays
you wanna grab the style that was made from my mom and my dad
when i was young i used to run with a notepad
then time flew and somehow i knew that i was bad to the bone
black prodigy since the age of twenty
i could write a rhyme rip it up and write a next one
right on the spot sign my name with a dot
diamond d threw me some smooth shit bronx crowd roar
stick up your wack jam everybody hit the floor
okay it’s you slim the hard rock of the pack
don’t wanna kneel to the brothers you must be holin’
bust some shit in his chest now his whole body’s swollen
why did i have to do it he aaaaasked for it
his man saw it so it don’t mean shit to me
he’s gone that’s how it’s supposed to be
check it out now
i ain’t goin’ out man that short shit is dead
have you heard what i said if not ask the dread
he got a cannon that’s bad
similar to the one that i got from my own dad
hook x4
lord jamar
your punk ass’ll be grass quick fast like my name was flash
when a nigga try and rob me for my cash
you thought you had a sweet vic’ a nice pick
but you didn’t anticipate that i might be sick
now who’s the trick ’cause i’m not a ho no nonono
i always do the fuckin’ just might do the buckin’
i leave my nikes stuck in your rectum till you learn
brand nubian yo you gotta respect ’em
dissect ’em yo our word is bond regardless
to whom or what now do the puma strut
and step the fuck off before i punch you in your face
with the mothafuckin’ bass
then you’re gonna taste blood in your mouth
it’s gonna flood south
to the ground and you’re gonna know i don’t fuck around
so if you think you had two soft new jacks
we’re gonna have top off you with a few cracks
to the jaw and you won’t pop that shit no more
explainin’ to your friends why you’re layin’ on the floor
did you want some more i didn’t think so
just got whipped like a faggot in the clink so
i suggest you take your bloody mess and find a piece of wire
fix your broken jaw then it’s time to retire
lord jamar will live long
’cause i give strong blows the heads of my foes
dread flows gives me power as it grows
watch how rasscladda you catch the speed knot
heed not and hell will be your home
lord jamar sadat as we swell your dome
hook x4
Artist: Brand Nubian
Year: 1993
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 307