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Intro/Chorus: (x2)
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"Word is bond, we got it goin on
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"C'mon throw ya hands in the air
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Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
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in the air, in the air
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It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
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C'mon throw ya hands in the air
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Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot"
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in the air, in the air"
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Verse One: Lord Jamar, Sadat X
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Whenever ya hear the piece of the track, peace to the black
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peeps on the streets with the beats in the jeeps
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Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law
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It's the G-O-D, my delivery is C-O-D
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Word is bond and bond is life
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We got it goin on tonight, don't nobody wanna fight
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they wanna see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke
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Utilisin the effects of the smoke
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More cash to smash to make the blunt last
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Fill it with hash til it pass, don't even ask in the Flat'
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Put ass in a grip, flags is half-mast
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Somebody must've passed, we're makin your ass drip into the stands
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Fold my cash at last, my task to teach the class
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and receive somethin more than brass is a blast
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Make a brother work hard, long and fast......
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Chorus (x2)
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Verse Two: Lord Jamar, Sadat X
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Dreadlock, I send a rock from my block
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Clock wax like crack, samplin from old stacks
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That's where the soul's at, in this whole rap universe
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We kick the funky tunes with a burst
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Sun, moon and star, *?Sunbumba?* Jamar
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To get me in the flow, now I'm read' to go
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Set to show, everybody in the party that we're nice
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wit out sippin on Bacardi and ice
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The southpaw, ask your ma, I be the shinin star
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No matter who you are, no matter who you are
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I'll rape the tape, drop along in interstate
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wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate
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And by fakin I'll avoid the court date, no legal aid
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Everything's paid, while courts are tyraid
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If the money ain't made, talkin millions
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but spendin penny's and gettin cheap shoes from Kenny's
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Lord Jamar, Sadat X
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Now let's take time out to say peace to the GODs (PEACE)
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Bust how I release cos this beat is hard
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We be the squad from raw-taught to rule
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Take a thought to the top now I drop the jewel
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I push the Cadillac DeVille and still we real
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I drive a garbage truck and not give a ........
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I need to earn a buck four-a-year
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I'm thru with buyin wild gear
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Just somethin I can wear, somethin fly when I'm there
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Well now we're here to take the gold and the cash 'fore the bill fold
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I told their ass to chill and they're still cold
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Frozen cos they're not amongst the chosen one
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Sun shines like a beacon, similar to Howard Speake
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As I receive the mic for the last time, I clear up your past crime
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All felonies can go, as long as you know
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Brand Nubian will stand, without the use of a band
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We always work with a plan
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Chorus (x2)
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Word Is Bond
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Brand Nubian |