(Get nothin` but a beat down!)
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Punks jump up to get beat down!
(Get nothin` but a beat...)
Sadat X:
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 and dagger
so I gotta show Dukes the macho lot that I am.
I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham,
oh yes, I`m the bad man, and bad men wear black.
And if it comes to droppin` bombs, yo, I`m with that.
Though I can freak, fly, floow, 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 and my dad,
when I was young I used to run with a notepad.
Then dimes knew and somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone...
black prodigy since the age of twen-ty.
I could write a rhyme, rip it up and 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 wack 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 and that`s bad...similar to the one that I got from my own dad.
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Lord Jamar:
Your punk ass`ll be grass quick fast like my name was flash
when a nigga try and 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. (No, no-no-no!)
I always do the fuckin`, just might do the buckin`.
I leave my Nikes stuck in your rectum, till you learn
Brand Nubian, yo, you gotta respect `em.
Dissect `em, yo, our word is bond regardless.
To my what, and 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, and you`re gonna know I don`t fuck around.
So if you think you had two soft newjacks,
we`re gonna have to off you with a few cracks
to the jaw and 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 and 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 the heads of my foes.
Dread flows, gives me power as it grows.
Watch how rass-cladda you catch the speed knot,
heed not, and hell will be your home,
Lord Jamar, Sadat, as we swell your dome.
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