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Verse One: Sadat X
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This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
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But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
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The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah
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Give the question, I'm tired of brothers guessin
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The Nubian brought the X a lot of fame
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But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended
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That ain't the plan I had and shit like that ain't intended
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For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants
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Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance
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Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac
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I got a three-oh, so P.O. step back
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I'm with the uptown baldies, kids that were Lords
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Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds
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Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses
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Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks
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Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof
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New York I got the grip, I told ya I told ya
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This means war, as if by Sister Souljah
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To think that the X would ever take a fall
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After gettin all of this, man you're crazy
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The only way I'd fall is if I got fat and lazy
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And I won't cause I work real hard
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Wake up in the morning at the hour of God and make beats
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Later hit the streets for some forty-fifth sweets
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So all y'all been told, black youth essential
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From the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residential
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That the God, rocks real hard
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Verse Two: Lord Jamar
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God damn right, the L-O-R-D, J-A-M-A-R
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Says peace and Allah U Akbar
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Back like a motherfuckin head to crack
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Brand Nubian tracks are filled with black facts
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Now I ain't Humpty Dumpty chump, see
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I ain't fallin, you can go call in
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All the king's horses and all the king's men
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Try to knock me off you never see another day again
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My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready
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And my scope with the laser beam steady
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So if you're feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck
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How could I kill a man, well I just don't give a fuck, so
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Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock
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With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten
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We're bound to win, cause God don't like ugly
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You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged G
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I don't wanna be the man, I just wanna make jams
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Cuttin sharp like Edward Scissorhands
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It's ninety-two and of course we grew seeds
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they're planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew
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And if you're thinking that we're a hoe in the game
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We gettin wreck to your brain
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Allah U Akbar
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Brand Nubian |