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Stud.\n(Word to life!)\nSo give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\nAnd if you don't then brother you're lost\nI had a boss, traded it in for a horse\nIt died, I made glue, it's no loss\nI'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\nTired of the sob story tear jerkers\nCompassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\nNever sold work, never handled no gems\nSo que sera sera as the fat lady sings\nBut when the bell toll is the song I sing\nTaken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\nI pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\nAppear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\nRip up the street on my worldwide tear\nSo loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\nWreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n\nAllah Jamar to the right\nPeace God! (Yo knowledge the God) Peace God!\n\nYou're captivated by the science cause the lesson's mathematical\nJamar rockin the jam, is an emphatical\nY, equal, Knowledge Born\nI go on, although clothes get torn\nby weaker Cypher men. cause what came from my pen\nmade 'em lust, now I must\nRush out the back door, in-to the alley\nGirls in pursuit, enough to form a rally\nI didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's\nSo I made a quick dip, like I was goin back to Cali\nTook the Lear jet, don't fear yet\nComin on your earset!\nSo as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam\nCause even in my name there's a funky live \"Jam\"\nDon't eat Spam or no types of ham\nPolite to all women so I say, \"Yes ma'am!\"\nSniffin a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak\nJamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak\nNot down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek\n_A Message From a Blackman_ is what you seek!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: To the Right\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: 'Brand Nubian: The Instrumental Collection'\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right\n  Wanna give a shout to my man Pos K\n  My man Big Daddy, he's cool\n  Now Rule Mob\n  Check it out\n\n  Well honey here's a hickie, Puba's not a quickie\n  When it comes to skins, God damn I'm picky\n  Who will be the princess to occupy the prince?\n  And if she's less than dope I hope the limo's got tints\n  Now honey, you see this may sound profound\n  but LET ME LOVE YOU DOWN\n  And if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown\n  All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns\n  You see doo-doo MC's, really think they can outlast.\n  I smell gas\n  As a yung'un I was thefty, born as a lefty\n  The rhymes I drop, somethin more than hefty\n  Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger\n  For those who try to diss me - uh-oh, danger\n  Used to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be goldie\n  When I played soccer with the dreads that play goalie\n  Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin\n  For those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderin\n  cause - Puba's shit is on stock Ock\n  I shape the wig like a woodblock\n  I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive\n  I guess you can call this my nine to five\n  I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster\n  Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia\n  But hang on for a sec!\n  You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin wreck\n  Cause to me see it's more than likely\n  And if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly\n  Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip\n  Don't flake or flam, cause Puba's not HAVIN IT\n\n  Derek X to the right\n  C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation\n  C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu\n  C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation\n  C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu\n\n  You see me rock a video and slam shit up on _Feels So Good_\n  There was no doubt about it, cause I knew that I would\n  Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with\n  This girl done tried to cram cause she was down with the OLD SCHOOL\n  She. smacked me, attacked me, harassed me til I swung\n  But I made her see stars cause her bell rung\n  (See an Uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl!)\n  No. I'm. not a wife beater\n  No. I'm. not a girl cheater\n  I nipped this problem in the bud\n  with my force from the Rule and my man Ron. Stud.\n  (Word to life!)\n  So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\n  And if you don't then brother you're lost\n  I had a boss, traded it in for a horse\n  It died, I made glue, it's no loss\n  I'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\n  Tired of the sob story tear jerkers\n  Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\n  Never sold work, never handled no gems\n  So que sera sera as the fat lady sings\n  But when the bell toll is the song I sing\n  Taken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\n  I pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\n  Appear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\n  Rip up the street on my worldwide tear\n  So loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\n  Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n\n  Allah Jamar to the right\n  Peace God! (Yo knowledge the God) Peace God!\n\n  You're captivated by the science cause the lesson's mathematical\n  Jamar rockin the jam, is an emphatical\n  Y, equal, Knowledge Born\n  I go on, although clothes get torn\n  by weaker Cypher men. cause what came from my pen\n  made 'em lust, now I must\n  Rush out the back door, in-to the alley\n  Girls in pursuit, enough to form a rally\n  I didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's\n  So I made a quick dip, like I was goin back to Cali\n  Took the Lear jet, don't fear yet\n  Comin on your earset!\n  So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam\n  Cause even in my name there's a funky live \"Jam\"\n  Don't eat Spam or no types of ham\n  Polite to all women so I say, \"Yes ma'am!\"\n  Sniffin a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak\n  Jamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak\n  Not down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek\n  _A Message From a Blackman_ is what you seek!\n"},{"id":10737546,"name":"To the Right","trackName":"To the Right","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"One for All (30th Anniversary Remastered)","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right\nWanna give a shout to my man Pos K\nMy man Big Daddy, he's cool\nNow Rule Mob\nCheck it out\n\nWell honey here's a hickie, Puba's not a quickie\nWhen it comes to skins, God damn I'm picky\nWho will be the princess to occupy the prince?\nAnd if she's less than dope I hope the limo's got tints\nNow honey, you see this may sound profound\nbut LET ME LOVE YOU DOWN\nAnd if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown\nAll the skins I've been in I gets no frowns\nYou see doo-doo MC's, really think they can outlast.\nI smell gas\nAs a yung'un I was thefty, born as a lefty\nThe rhymes I drop, somethin more than hefty\nRoll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger\nFor those who try to diss me - uh-oh, danger\nUsed to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be goldie\nWhen I played soccer with the dreads that play goalie\nHere steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin\nFor those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderin\ncause - Puba's shit is on stock Ock\nI shape the wig like a woodblock\nI like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive\nI guess you can call this my nine to five\nI send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster\nFreak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia\nBut hang on for a sec!\nYou don't have to worry about the Puba gettin wreck\nCause to me see it's more than likely\nAnd if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly\nLet's take a trip expenses paid money grip\nDon't flake or flam, cause Puba's not HAVIN IT\n\nDerek X to the right\nC'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation\nC'mon and clap your hands for Zulu\nC'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation\nC'mon and clap your hands for Zulu\n\nYou see me rock a video and slam shit up on _Feels So Good_\nThere was no doubt about it, cause I knew that I would\nBefore I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with\nThis girl done tried to cram cause she was down with the OLD SCHOOL\nShe. smacked me, attacked me, harassed me til I swung\nBut I made her see stars cause her bell rung\n(See an Uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl!)\nNo. I'm. not a wife beater\nNo. I'm. not a girl cheater\nI nipped this problem in the bud\nwith my force from the Rule and my man Ron. Stud.\n(Word to life!)\nSo give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\nAnd if you don't then brother you're lost\nI had a boss, traded it in for a horse\nIt died, I made glue, it's no loss\nI'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\nTired of the sob story tear jerkers\nCompassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\nNever sold work, never handled no gems\nSo que sera sera as the fat lady sings\nBut when the bell toll is the song I sing\nTaken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\nI pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\nAppear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\nRip up the street on my worldwide tear\nSo loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\nWreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n\nAllah Jamar to the right\nPeace God! 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Stud.\n  (Word to life!)\n  So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\n  And if you don't then brother you're lost\n  I had a boss, traded it in for a horse\n  It died, I made glue, it's no loss\n  I'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\n  Tired of the sob story tear jerkers\n  Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\n  Never sold work, never handled no gems\n  So que sera sera as the fat lady sings\n  But when the bell toll is the song I sing\n  Taken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\n  I pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\n  Appear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\n  Rip up the street on my worldwide tear\n  So loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\n  Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n\n  Allah Jamar to the right\n  Peace God! 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Stud.\n(Word to life!)\nSo give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\nAnd if you don't then brother you're lost\nI had a boss, traded it in for a horse\nIt died, I made glue, it's no loss\nI'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\nTired of the sob story tear jerkers\nCompassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\nNever sold work, never handled no gems\nSo que sera sera as the fat lady sings\nBut when the bell toll is the song I sing\nTaken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\nI pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\nAppear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\nRip up the street on my worldwide tear\nSo loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\nWreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n\nAllah Jamar to the right\nPeace God! (Yo knowledge the God) Peace God!\n\nYou're captivated by the science cause the lesson's mathematical\nJamar rockin the jam, is an emphatical\nY, equal, Knowledge Born\nI go on, although clothes get torn\nby weaker Cypher men. cause what came from my pen\nmade 'em lust, now I must\nRush out the back door, in-to the alley\nGirls in pursuit, enough to form a rally\nI didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's\nSo I made a quick dip, like I was goin back to Cali\nTook the Lear jet, don't fear yet\nComin on your earset!\nSo as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam\nCause even in my name there's a funky live \"Jam\"\nDon't eat Spam or no types of ham\nPolite to all women so I say, \"Yes ma'am!\"\nSniffin a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak\nJamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak\nNot down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek\n_A Message From a Blackman_ is what you seek!","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.95] Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right\n[00:15.33] Wanna give a shout to my man Pos K\n[00:19.92] My man Big Daddy, he's cool\n[00:22.64] Now Rule Mob\n[00:26.20] Check it out\n[00:28.50] Well honey here's a hickie, Puba's not a quickie\n[00:30.31] When it comes to skins, God damn I'm picky\n[00:33.02] Who will be the princess to occupy the prince?\n[00:35.73] And if she's less than dope I hope the limo's got tints\n[00:37.59] Now honey, you see this may sound profound\n[00:41.18] but LET ME LOVE YOU DOWN\n[00:42.97] And if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown\n[00:44.75] All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns\n[00:47.40] You see doo-doo MC's, really think they can outlast.\n[00:51.13] I smell gas\n[00:52.04] As a yung'un I was thefty, born as a lefty\n[00:54.76] The rhymes I drop, somethin more than hefty\n[00:57.49] Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger\n[00:59.28] For those who try to diss me - uh-oh, danger\n[01:01.90] Used to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be goldie\n[01:03.79] When I played soccer with the dreads that play goalie\n[01:06.56] Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin\n[01:09.25] For those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderin\n[01:11.09] cause - Puba's shit is on stock Ock\n[01:13.79] I shape the wig like a woodblock\n[01:15.53] I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive\n[01:18.21] I guess you can call this my nine to five\n[01:20.96] I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster\n[01:23.69] Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia\n[01:25.47] But hang on for a sec!\n[01:28.29] You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin wreck\n[01:30.94] Cause to me see it's more than likely\n[01:32.70] And if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly\n[01:35.41] Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip\n[01:37.29] Don't flake or flam, cause Puba's not HAVIN IT\n[01:43.51] Derek X to the right\n[01:44.52] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation\n[01:47.20] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu\n[01:49.03] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation\n[01:51.75] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu\n[01:54.40] You see me rock a video and slam shit up on _Feels So Good_\n[01:57.12] There was no doubt about it, cause I knew that I would\n[01:58.92] Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with\n[02:01.75] This girl done tried to cram cause she was down with the OLD SCHOOL\n[02:05.32] She. smacked me, attacked me, harassed me til I swung\n[02:08.97] But I made her see stars cause her bell rung\n[02:10.70] (See an Uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl!)\n[02:16.20] No. I'm. not a wife beater\n[02:18.05] No. I'm. not a girl cheater\n[02:20.78] I nipped this problem in the bud\n[02:23.49] with my force from the Rule and my man Ron. Stud.\n[02:27.05] (Word to life!)\n[02:27.95] So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\n[02:29.74] And if you don't then brother you're lost\n[02:32.54] I had a boss, traded it in for a horse\n[02:35.25] It died, I made glue, it's no loss\n[02:37.08] I'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\n[02:39.74] Tired of the sob story tear jerkers\n[02:42.41] Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\n[02:44.37] Never sold work, never handled no gems\n[02:47.02] So que sera sera as the fat lady sings\n[02:49.72] But when the bell toll is the song I sing\n[02:51.54] Taken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\n[02:54.26] I pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\n[02:56.97] Appear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\n[02:58.79] Rip up the street on my worldwide tear\n[03:01.58] So loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\n[03:03.32] Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n[03:10.52] Allah Jamar to the right\n[03:11.48] Peace God! 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Stud.\n(Word to life!)\nSo give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\nAnd if you don't then brother you're lost\nI had a boss, traded it in for a horse\nIt died, I made glue, it's no loss\nI'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\nTired of the sob story tear jerkers\nCompassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\nNever sold work, never handled no gems\nSo que sera sera as the fat lady sings\nBut when the bell toll is the song I sing\nTaken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\nI pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\nAppear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\nRip up the street on my worldwide tear\nSo loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\nWreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n\nAllah Jamar to the right\nPeace God! 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Stud.\n  (Word to life!)\n  So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\n  And if you don't then brother you're lost\n  I had a boss, traded it in for a horse\n  It died, I made glue, it's no loss\n  I'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\n  Tired of the sob story tear jerkers\n  Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\n  Never sold work, never handled no gems\n  So que sera sera as the fat lady sings\n  But when the bell toll is the song I sing\n  Taken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\n  I pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\n  Appear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\n  Rip up the street on my worldwide tear\n  So loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\n  Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n\n  Allah Jamar to the right\n  Peace God! 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Stud.\n(Word to life!)\nSo give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\nAnd if you don't then brother you're lost\nI had a boss, traded it in for a horse\nIt died, I made glue, it's no loss\nI'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\nTired of the sob story tear jerkers\nCompassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\nNever sold work, never handled no gems\nSo que sera sera as the fat lady sings\nBut when the bell toll is the song I sing\nTaken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\nI pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\nAppear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\nRip up the street on my worldwide tear\nSo loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\nWreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n\nAllah Jamar to the right\nPeace God! 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Stud.\n  (Word to life!)\n  So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\n  And if you don't then brother you're lost\n  I had a boss, traded it in for a horse\n  It died, I made glue, it's no loss\n  I'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\n  Tired of the sob story tear jerkers\n  Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\n  Never sold work, never handled no gems\n  So que sera sera as the fat lady sings\n  But when the bell toll is the song I sing\n  Taken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\n  I pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\n  Appear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\n  Rip up the street on my worldwide tear\n  So loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\n  Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n\n  Allah Jamar to the right\n  Peace God! 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(Yo knowledge the God) Peace God!\n\nYou're captivated by the science cause the lesson's mathematical\nJamar rockin the jam, is an emphatical\nY, equal, Knowledge Born\nI go on, although clothes get torn\nby weaker Cypher men. cause what came from my pen\nmade 'em lust, now I must\nRush out the back door, in-to the alley\nGirls in pursuit, enough to form a rally\nI didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's\nSo I made a quick dip, like I was goin back to Cali\nTook the Lear jet, don't fear yet\nComin on your earset!\nSo as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam\nCause even in my name there's a funky live \"Jam\"\nDon't eat Spam or no types of ham\nPolite to all women so I say, \"Yes ma'am!\"\nSniffin a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak\nJamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak\nNot down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek\n_A Message From a Blackman_ is what you seek!","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.95] Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right\n[00:15.33] Wanna give a shout to my man Pos K\n[00:19.92] My man Big Daddy, he's cool\n[00:22.64] Now Rule Mob\n[00:26.20] Check it out\n[00:28.50] Well honey here's a hickie, Puba's not a quickie\n[00:30.31] When it comes to skins, God damn I'm picky\n[00:33.02] Who will be the princess to occupy the prince?\n[00:35.73] And if she's less than dope I hope the limo's got tints\n[00:37.59] Now honey, you see this may sound profound\n[00:41.18] but LET ME LOVE YOU DOWN\n[00:42.97] And if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown\n[00:44.75] All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns\n[00:47.40] You see doo-doo MC's, really think they can outlast.\n[00:51.13] I smell gas\n[00:52.04] As a yung'un I was thefty, born as a lefty\n[00:54.76] The rhymes I drop, somethin more than hefty\n[00:57.49] Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger\n[00:59.28] For those who try to diss me - uh-oh, danger\n[01:01.90] Used to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be goldie\n[01:03.79] When I played soccer with the dreads that play goalie\n[01:06.56] Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin\n[01:09.25] For those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderin\n[01:11.09] cause - Puba's shit is on stock Ock\n[01:13.79] I shape the wig like a woodblock\n[01:15.53] I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive\n[01:18.21] I guess you can call this my nine to five\n[01:20.96] I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster\n[01:23.69] Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia\n[01:25.47] But hang on for a sec!\n[01:28.29] You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin wreck\n[01:30.94] Cause to me see it's more than likely\n[01:32.70] And if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly\n[01:35.41] Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip\n[01:37.29] Don't flake or flam, cause Puba's not HAVIN IT\n[01:43.51] Derek X to the right\n[01:44.52] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation\n[01:47.20] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu\n[01:49.03] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation\n[01:51.75] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu\n[01:54.40] You see me rock a video and slam shit up on _Feels So Good_\n[01:57.12] There was no doubt about it, cause I knew that I would\n[01:58.92] Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with\n[02:01.75] This girl done tried to cram cause she was down with the OLD SCHOOL\n[02:05.32] She. smacked me, attacked me, harassed me til I swung\n[02:08.97] But I made her see stars cause her bell rung\n[02:10.70] (See an Uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl!)\n[02:16.20] No. I'm. not a wife beater\n[02:18.05] No. I'm. not a girl cheater\n[02:20.78] I nipped this problem in the bud\n[02:23.49] with my force from the Rule and my man Ron. 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Stud.\n(Word to life!)\nSo give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\nAnd if you don't then brother you're lost\nI had a boss, traded it in for a horse\nIt died, I made glue, it's no loss\nI'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\nTired of the sob story tear jerkers\nCompassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\nNever sold work, never handled no gems\nSo que sera sera as the fat lady sings\nBut when the bell toll is the song I sing\nTaken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\nI pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\nAppear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\nRip up the street on my worldwide tear\nSo loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\nWreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n\nAllah Jamar to the right\nPeace God! (Yo knowledge the God) Peace God!\n\nYou're captivated by the science cause the lesson's mathematical\nJamar rockin the jam, is an emphatical\nY, equal, Knowledge Born\nI go on, although clothes get torn\nby weaker Cypher men. cause what came from my pen\nmade 'em lust, now I must\nRush out the back door, in-to the alley\nGirls in pursuit, enough to form a rally\nI didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's\nSo I made a quick dip, like I was goin back to Cali\nTook the Lear jet, don't fear yet\nComin on your earset!\nSo as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam\nCause even in my name there's a funky live \"Jam\"\nDon't eat Spam or no types of ham\nPolite to all women so I say, \"Yes ma'am!\"\nSniffin a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak\nJamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak\nNot down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek\n_A Message From a Blackman_ is what you seek!","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.95] Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right\n[00:15.33] Wanna give a shout to my man Pos K\n[00:19.92] My man Big Daddy, he's cool\n[00:22.64] Now Rule Mob\n[00:26.20] Check it out\n[00:28.50] Well honey here's a hickie, Puba's not a quickie\n[00:30.31] When it comes to skins, God damn I'm picky\n[00:33.02] Who will be the princess to occupy the prince?\n[00:35.73] And if she's less than dope I hope the limo's got tints\n[00:37.59] Now honey, you see this may sound profound\n[00:41.18] but LET ME LOVE YOU DOWN\n[00:42.97] And if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown\n[00:44.75] All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns\n[00:47.40] You see doo-doo MC's, really think they can outlast.\n[00:51.13] I smell gas\n[00:52.04] As a yung'un I was thefty, born as a lefty\n[00:54.76] The rhymes I drop, somethin more than hefty\n[00:57.49] Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger\n[00:59.28] For those who try to diss me - uh-oh, danger\n[01:01.90] Used to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be goldie\n[01:03.79] When I played soccer with the dreads that play goalie\n[01:06.56] Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin\n[01:09.25] For those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderin\n[01:11.09] cause - Puba's shit is on stock Ock\n[01:13.79] I shape the wig like a woodblock\n[01:15.53] I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive\n[01:18.21] I guess you can call this my nine to five\n[01:20.96] I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster\n[01:23.69] Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia\n[01:25.47] But hang on for a sec!\n[01:28.29] You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin wreck\n[01:30.94] Cause to me see it's more than likely\n[01:32.70] And if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly\n[01:35.41] Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip\n[01:37.29] Don't flake or flam, cause Puba's not HAVIN IT\n[01:43.51] Derek X to the right\n[01:44.52] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation\n[01:47.20] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu\n[01:49.03] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation\n[01:51.75] C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu\n[01:54.40] You see me rock a video and slam shit up on _Feels So Good_\n[01:57.12] There was no doubt about it, cause I knew that I would\n[01:58.92] Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with\n[02:01.75] This girl done tried to cram cause she was down with the OLD SCHOOL\n[02:05.32] She. smacked me, attacked me, harassed me til I swung\n[02:08.97] But I made her see stars cause her bell rung\n[02:10.70] (See an Uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl!)\n[02:16.20] No. I'm. not a wife beater\n[02:18.05] No. I'm. not a girl cheater\n[02:20.78] I nipped this problem in the bud\n[02:23.49] with my force from the Rule and my man Ron. Stud.\n[02:27.05] (Word to life!)\n[02:27.95] So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about\n[02:29.74] And if you don't then brother you're lost\n[02:32.54] I had a boss, traded it in for a horse\n[02:35.25] It died, I made glue, it's no loss\n[02:37.08] I'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers\n[02:39.74] Tired of the sob story tear jerkers\n[02:42.41] Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums\n[02:44.37] Never sold work, never handled no gems\n[02:47.02] So que sera sera as the fat lady sings\n[02:49.72] But when the bell toll is the song I sing\n[02:51.54] Taken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights\n[02:54.26] I pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right\n[02:56.97] Appear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear\n[02:58.79] Rip up the street on my worldwide tear\n[03:01.58] So loudly my troops, and let's form three groups\n[03:03.32] Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops\n[03:10.52] Allah Jamar to the right\n[03:11.48] Peace God! 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