Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All for One, artist - Brand Nubian. Date of issue: 29.11.1990
Song language: English
All for One |
| I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin |
| Quick to toast an MC just like an english muffin |
| Don’t worry about a thing cause the Puba’s never bluffin |
| I gets headaches from the wack, so then I take a Bufferin and I max |
| I wait until the opportune time and then I tax |
| But should I max? |
| Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess I’m not a sinner |
| Beginnings is for beginners so I guess I’m no beginner |
| This is how I spark it, with money in my pocket |
| When it comes to having pressure I gets hard as a rocket |
| MC Grand Pu, coming through all the residue |
| The songs remain classics, dating back to the Babalu |
| My boys I call em hot, the phones all of them jock |
| And I can think of many episodes I swung in Lincoln Park |
| No I’m not a phony and I got a tenderoni |
| Love the way she is -- not too fat, not too bony |
| Don’t drink Sanka, won’t sink like a tanker |
| Knock the boots of a skirt in Casablanca and I thank her |
| Some rappers stink, like Englebert Humperdink |
| Better yet Dick Caveat, I got a bad habit |
| Similar to the girl, on She’s Gotta Have It I think with the brain and I whip behind the zipper |
| I’m living kinda good similar to Jack Tripper |
| A landlord named Roper did a show at the Copa |
| When I finish with this, I’ll be paid like Oprah |
| So if honey wants to act fly |
| I’ll just play like Guy and I’m |
| Stick out your thumb and hitch |
| cause you’ve been cut off like a lightswitch |
| See I’m programmed to slam with the summer, spring, and fall |
| Before I do a show I get some kicks out the mall |
| Then I get my gear and I give Trev a call |
| Cause he works in the barbershop, right behind the mall |
| Other rappers tried to rob me but you know they got did |
| To put it blunt, honey I smoked the kids |
| So hookers back off break North here comes the regulator |
| Cause you doesn’t find none greater |
| Verse Two: Derek X (now Sadat X) |
| On file is a style that’s why you caught a clip |
| My suitcases is packed and I’m going on a trip to Mic-a-delphia |
| I go for self and still be slamming |
| The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming |
| for the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick |
| I cut you with my verbal didn’t hurt you just a nick |
| off your face don’t play possum |
| watch me and I’ll blossom like a rose |
| And get some new clothes and a fresh fade from Rob |
| Jump on the phone and dial the Now Rule Mob |
| Now come one, come all, we about to get hectic |
| If my crew don’t get in, then the x makes an exit |
| to the rear, I’m outta here, don’t front on my brothers |
| I take care of them before I take care of others |
| Now wood bats is doomed in the ninties it’s aluminum |
| Step to the stage with a mic and I’m doing him something awful |
| I’m a citizen and I’m lawful |
| I go to hunt another fall, rip the policemen’s ball |
| I got the power to make a car stall |
| I guess I’m great, from blackness, and when the crowd slackens |
| I stop drinking, and then I start thinking |
| About days in the past when Derek X was last |
| but now I’m on the top damn news travels fast |
| cuz I’m like that! |
| They can’t see this |
| Read my book, it contains many pieces of verses |
| I took the time to delete all the curses |
| So moms reach deep in your purses |
| And buy me take me home and try me and do me well |
| Verse Three: Lord Jamar |
| Well, while I reign rhymes pour |
| You suck it up like a straw and jump on the dancefloor |
| Cause every time I step in a jam |
| I make like a door and slam |
| But then girls try to turn my knob cause I’m a hearthrob |
| I guess it’s just a hazard that comes with the job |
| Cause everytime I rock a rhyme that shows Jamar is intellectual |
| Girls want to get sexual |
| Well I guess I have to cope with being so dope |
| You want to be me, but can’t see me with a telescope |
| You seek and search but still you can’t find |
| You’re weak and it hurts to be deaf dumb and blind |
| A supreme mind, will take you out of your paralysis |
| I grip the mic so tight I get callouses |
| And your analysis, is that the Lord |
| Rips rhymes into shape with a mic cord |
| I do it good cause I’m a postive black man |
| Eating up suckers as if I was Pac Man |
| Not a Dapper Dan fan I stay casual |
| To rock like the J it comes gradual |
| You got to know the ledge of wise and dumb |
| And understand your culture of freedom |
| Power equally with the Gods |
| so you can build and form your cipher |
| All your life you must teach true |
| Of the true and living God, not a mystery spook |
| And when you do that, pursue that goal |
| which made the student enroll, and only then you’ll prosper |