Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What the F*!#?..., artist - Brand Nubian. Date of issue: 10.10.1994
Song language: English
What the F*!#?... |
| Once again it’s the dread and the bald head |
| Won’t be satisfied til the devil’s I see em all dead |
| Layin in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin |
| Do you think a nigga forgot? |
| Matter fact |
| My trigger’s hot, you blink you gettin shot |
| And if the weather’s hot, your body’s gonna stink when it rot |
| Lord J got the arms, Sadat got the bombs |
| We don’t feel shit, you cried a hit on ya moms |
| Now leave the bloody bitch in a ditch |
| Get’cha pretty penny if the mother of my enemy |
| My brother’s sendin me four bursts from down south |
| And for the lies you told, I’ma buck you in the mouth |
| Now what the fuck’s this all about? |
| Everybody gotta weapon |
| Who’s gonna let burst the first shot? |
| Hmm, I thought not |
| Feel the battle, tell Darryl that his first-born is dead |
| Shot in the back by the task force |
| I’m mistakin your face in a similar face |
| Got em murdered |
| Much like how the buffalo is herded by the pale face |
| Who threw some game on the Indian, who got jerked for New York |
| You better walk, got caught then wear your vest |
| We might throw somethin that’s hollow |
| Brand Nubian ain’t never been the ones, to follow nobody |
| We gotta lotta arms but I like to pump the shotty |
| Hook: (x3) |
| Now what the fuck’s this all about? |
| It’s all about brothers risin up, wisin up |
| Sizin up a situation, but gettin fit within the nation |
| No deviation, a straight pathways down my wrath |
| I sing sounds of math on behalf |
| Of the Gods and the Earths, birthplace in space |
| You be fuckin with my turf when you be fuckin with my race |
| Now face, your maker and take your last breath |
| The time is half past death |
| Now what the fuck’s this all about? |
| If you’re less than a man, in my eyes |
| Then your head’s off, and I’ma set off the wheels |
| Motherfuck the baby seals or savin the whales |
| All the crack sells, it’s the armageddon |
| … so cancel the wettin |
| Go in the garage, find that old camouflage |
| Blend in like a mirage and explode |
| Take nothin lightly, crackers shootin nightly |
| Cos I don’t need nobody that’s gon' shoot me in the back |
| Black people show 'n' act and when they front, that’s wack |
| Hook (x6) |