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