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[Sadat X]
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Yeah, check it out, I'ma flow on this one
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Yeah I'ma run with this for the ninety-two season
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Yo check it out
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I'ma give you somethin cat, this is what you need
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You need a coach and I'm a damn good coach
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Got the right approach, plus my pop had wins
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Seed trickled down, six two and brown
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When _Slow Down_ came out, at first it was MILD hit
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A minute or two later, brothers on some WILD shit
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Listen up, capture how I spree
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Is it you, or is it me?
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Made a mad verse, from first, stole second
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Took the third and home it was out
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That's what I'm about, that Nubian swing
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Familiar ring, cash register ring
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Pay the brothers, Jack the Ripper work hard
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Then I'll be out, check it out, yo Peace God
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Brand Nubian rock the set! (8X)
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[Lord Jamar]
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Yeah
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Fuck it up
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Nineteen-ninety-two, uh!
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Like this y'all
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Well now this is for your clubs and your old school pubs
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where niggaz get drunk and give in to the funk
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Speakin of funk, this here be stink
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The brothers up North can smell it in the clink
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Well put down the Right Guard cause you got the right God
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Matter of fact, we're comin right and exact
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We got the brainiac style like Miles Davis
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Save us, in the files of the shit that hit
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It's time to make a run at five hundred yard dash
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Five hundred G's sold and the shit went gold
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Now was that bold, to predict while I kick it?
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Brand Nubian fights, against the weak and the wicked
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I got the baldhead dread Sadat and Sincere
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Oh yes, the God is in here
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_To the Rear_ makin shit sound clear
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Plus collect the dough at the end of the show
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Everybody know Brand Nubian kick that shit on stage
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Cause it fits in a rage
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Lord Jamar turn the page cause this rhyme is overflowin
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And bring in the funky horn
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Brand Nubian rock the set! (8X)
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[Sadat X]
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To really know this flavor you must understand the method
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I might come up with a style, throw it down and say it's tired
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Write a next one, smokin a blunt on the rooftop
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And runnin with the sneakers or aiyyo hightops
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Thanks to the dread for the roots green
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Whole body is amped I must contain or appear
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I might throw the peace at kids, go to rest and wake up goin
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For days I get set off, I ain't got NO way of knowin
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How could you fool a ruler? You still smokin wooler?
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The first round pick, why'd The Knicks trade Rod Strick?
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That man is nice!
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You make acts to make tracks, I'm tired of frontin to em
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Gonna step to em, cause they whole shit is dead
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I'd rather tell em now, instead of fuckin with they head
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Tired of frontin, it's like that huh
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[Lord Jamar]
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True indeed God y'knahmsayin, ain't no use frontin
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Word to mother
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Well don't look at things from the surface
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A book without understanding is worthless
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120 gave me plenty to chew on
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Planted a seed and it grew (now that's true)
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On to the road where we got shit sewed
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when crackin shells, and gettin to the ?
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I rest in the Rule but don't take it for a joke
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I got an automatic tool.. don't make it have to smoke
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Cause yo I'll bust off, In God We Trust, I'm not soft
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When I'm droppin it, I'm just the opposite
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Now that's hard..
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Study lesson about Farad and Elijah
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Won't suprise you to chill with God..
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of the Universe, so when U.N.I.Verse
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we gain a better understanding
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Which is supreme, risin to the top like my Nubian team
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and we don't stop!
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Brand Nubian rock the set! (repeat to before fade)
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[ad libs to outro]
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Brand Nubian Rock The Set
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