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Lyrics for Allah U Akbar by Brand Nubian:
| | | Artist: | Brand Nubian |
| | Album: | In God We Trust | | Track: | Allah U Akbar | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 67 | | | | Lyrics: | Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes
the whole shit clear yeah
Give the question, I'm tired of brothers guessin
The
Nubian brought the X a lot of fame
But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended
That ain't the plan I had and shit like that ain't intended
For the slick headed wonder,
wearer of saggy pants
Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance
Got a backpack
with a fat stack of fac
I got a three-oh, so P.O. step back
I'm with the uptown
baldies, kids that were Lords
Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds
Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses
Hardrock punks
crack heads and even trunks
Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof
New York
I got the grip, I told ya I told ya
This means war, as if by Sister Souljah
To think
that the X would ever take a fall
After gettin all of this, man you're crazy
The
only way I'd fall is if I got fat and lazy
And I won't cause I work real hard
Wake
up in the morning at the hour of God and make beats
Later hit the streets for some
forty-fifth sweets
So all y'all been told, black youth essential
From the hard urban
blocks of Now Rule residential
That the God, rocks real hard
Verse Two: Lord
Jamar
God damn right, the L-O-R-D, J-A-M-A-R
Says peace and Allah U Akbar
Back like a motherfuckin head to crack
Brand Nubian tracks are filled with black
facts
Now I ain't Humpty Dumpty chump, see
I ain't fallin, you can go call in
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Try to knock me off you never see
another day again
My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready
And my scope with the laser
beam steady
So if you're feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck
How could I kill
a man, well I just don't give a fuck, so
Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock
With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten
We're bound to win, cause God don't like ugly
You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged G
I don't wanna be the man, I just
wanna make jams
Cuttin sharp like Edward Scissorhands
It's ninety-two and of course
we grew seeds
they're planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew
And if you're
thinking that we're a hoe in the game
We gettin wreck to your brain | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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