("Get nothin' but a beat down!")
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Refrain 4x
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Punks jump up to get beat down!
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("Get nothin' but a beat...")
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Sadat X:
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One day when I was ridin' on the train I seen these two kids talkin'
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about the Nubian reign had fallen.
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I didn't say nothin' cuz these kids caught my goat,
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even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote.
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So this kid with mouth swagger 'n I'll blaze the cloak and dagger
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so I gotta show Dukes the macho lot that I am.
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I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham,
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oh yes, I'm the bad man, and bad men wear black.
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And if it comes to droppin' bombs, yo, I'm with that.
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Though I can freak, fly, floow, fuck up a faggot.
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Don't understand their ways I ain't down with gays.
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You wanna grab the style that was made from my mom and my dad,
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when I was young I used to run with a notepad.
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Then dimes knew and somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone...
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black prodigy since the age of twen-ty.
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I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one,
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right on the spot, sign my name with a dot.
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Diamond D threw me some smooth shit, Bronx crowd roar.
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Stick up your wack jam, everybody hit the floor.
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Okay it's you, Slim, the hard rock of the pack,
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don't wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin'.
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Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen.
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Why did I have to do it? He asked for it.
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His man saw it, so it don't mean shit to me.
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He's gone, that's how it's supposed to be....check it out now.
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I ain't goin' out, man that short shit is dead,
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have you heard what I said? If not, ask the dread.
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He got a can and that's bad...similar to the one that I got from my own dad.
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Refrain 4x
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Lord Jamar:
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Your punk ass'll be grass quick fast like my name was flash
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when a nigga try and rob me for my cash.
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You thought you had a sweet vic, a nice pick,
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but you didn't anticipate that I might be sick.
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Now who's the trick, cuz I'm not a up. (No, no-no-no!)
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I always do the fuckin', just might do the buckin'.
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I leave my Nikes stuck in your rectum, till you learn
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Brand Nubian, yo, you gotta respect 'em.
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Dissect 'em, yo, our word is bond regardless.
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To my what, and do the Puma strut.
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So step the fuck off, before I punch you in your face,
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with the mothafuckin' bass!
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Then you're gonna taste blood in your mouth, it's gonna flood south
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to the ground, and you're gonna know I don't fuck around.
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So if you think you had two soft newjacks,
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we're gonna have to off you with a few cracks
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to the jaw and you won't pop that shit no more.
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Explainin' to your friends why you're layin' on the floor.
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Did you want some more? I didn't think so.
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Just got whipped like a faggot in the clink, so
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I suggest you take your bloody mess and find a piece of wire,
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fix your broken jaw, then it's time to retire.
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Lord Jamar will live long, cuz I give strong blows the heads of my foes.
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Dread flows, gives me power as it grows.
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Watch how rass-cladda you catch the speed knot,
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heed not, and hell will be your home,
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Lord Jamar, Sadat, as we swell your dome.
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Refrain 4x
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Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down (Explicit LP Version)
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Brand Nubian |