Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nubian Jam, artist - Brand Nubian. Date of issue: 10.10.1994
Song language: English
Nubian Jam |
| Seem all the fellas understand what it feel |
| Cos it’s a Nubian Jam and everthing’s real |
| Verse One: Lord Jamar |
| It’s time to blow up the spot, anything you was in, you’re thru the roof |
| All the jams we done been thru is proof |
| We blend truth, with mathematics doin acrobatics over beats |
| The sound dramatic when it played in Landrover jeeps |
| I know my peeps is in the front of the stage |
| Smokin blunts with the strokin stunts, ready to set it |
| When the word is given, I know you heard how we was livin |
| Never takin no shit, just stayin clever and makin the hits |
| Shakin the tits of the honeys when they jump |
| Makin money’s what we bump cos slumps is for chumps |
| And we pumps, worldwide, girls slide backstage |
| Lookin for a free ride, legs divide at a young age |
| Lord Jamar is like Jesus, speakin in parables |
| And to devils it’s unbearable |
| To see this, but they ain’t got no choice |
| No escapin the penetration of the voice |
| Verse Two: Sadat X |
| And I watched and I watched and I watched then I looked |
| The X is like no other who can drop it in the rain |
| I’m not that high, so give me back my lighter |
| Stage right in the party at night, I’m in the shadows |
| Thinkin bout returnin to the spotlight |
| The X is top flight, ESPN highlight |
| From, throughout the rhythm, I give em what I give em |
| Oil slickness on that ass like *?Ewin?* |
| I know what I’m doin, leave your whole town ruined |
| Brand Nubian, the name alone stands |
| Overseas fans be shoutin different accents |
| So hence the black prince from 2−0 |
| Soft-spoken but my words comprehended by the herds |
| Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase |
| All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays |
| Cos the X is like the master of the phrase… |
| Chorus: Laura Alfored |
| Seem all the fellas understand what you feel |
| Cos it’s a Nubian Jam and everthing’s real |
| Verse Three: Sadat X, Lord Jamar |
| I want the mic in the clutch |
| Cos it’s too cold to hold, and too hot to touch |
| I’m like the thoroughbred searchin for cheese |
| You can’t cut off the head of a fatal disease |
| MC’s freeze at thirty-two degrees below |
| Justice served, now watch us bust this herd |
| In the head with another jam set by the brother man |
| Letters for the other man, understand |
| Chorus: Laura Alfored |
| Seem all the fellas understand what you feel |
| Cos it’s a Nubian Jam and everthing’s real |