| Lord Jamar, Sadat X
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| Grand Puba, Brand Nubian
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| Check it, yo
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| Lord J, rap’s Broadway Joe
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| I’m like Namath cause I’m famous for the way that I flow
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| See you’re an anus and you’re heinous, I just think you should know
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| That in the plainest, you’re the lamest and I think you should go
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| Straight to hell, New Rochelle, that’s where I’m from
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| You got money for a show then here I come
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| You wanna front on the low then hear my gun
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| I’ll have you trapped in a closet with nowhere to run
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| Huh, yeah, my flow is impeccable
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| Yours don’t make sense like homosexuals
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| You do a show, I’ma throw more vegetables
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| Youse a bitch, you need to grow some testicles
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| Your whole style is unacceptable
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| None of your albums will ever be collectable
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| Least you could do is try to keep it respectable
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| This is yoga rap, my flow is so flexible
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| «Ghetto music rap, we doing it» — Lord Jamar
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| «Brand Nubian» — Sadat X
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| «I flirt with the idea of quitting the game
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| Nah, I’ma evolve, continue to change» — Xzibit
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| «Ghetto music rap, we doing it»
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| «Brand Nubian»
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| «Ghetto music rap, we doing it»
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| «Brand Nubian»
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| Yeah, yo, 'Datty X, Grand Puba, Lord J
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| See when I drop my thesis
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| I keep a hundred niggas straight down the line like permanent creases
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| That paper increases, hot whips on leases
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| Sort of mine like nephews and nieces
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| I give it to you straight black, I ain’t never been a hate cat
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| I’m more concerned with filling up my plate Jack
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| Shit I’m starving, keep them bullshit snacks
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| I need my bank account obese when I’m moving in that Maybach
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| A fool can learn from his own mistakes
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| But the wise man learn from others
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| That’s why when I give it to you homie, gotta keep it real talk
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| So you ain’t stuck with three baby’s mothers
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| I be that Mister Magnificent, oh so significant
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| NY, so fly, viewing it from the bird’s eye
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| Grand Puba, the mammies are magnetic
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| Bullshit niggas and bitches is getting deaded, uh
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| Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, 'Dat X the Wild Cowboy
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| Wake up in the morning with the yearning for 'erbs
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| Go to war with my dudes, it’s like we fighting the Serbs
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| And I ain’t got to prove it to y’all
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| The Jews and the A-rabs, that’s a real brawl
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| Don’t let them slugs gas up your ear
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| You was never in the jail, you never walked down the tier
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| Me? |
| I’d rather be surrounded by broads
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| Even though I know half of them is really straight frauds
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| Damn, it’s great to be here with my brothers
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| Blowing things in the air, ain’t near no baby mothers
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| I am still the Wild Cowboy, ask yourself who got more style boy
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| I warn you, I’ll go baseline on you
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| Hit you with the eighth and you keep that faith
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| The Brand Nubian combo, Grand Puba ensemble
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| Still type hungry, let’s eat this food
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| I could jump in this stew, there’s no known cure |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brand New Bein', artist - Sadat X. Album song Brand New Bein', in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп