[GPM] Hit her, I mean lets hit this [DX] Thats not straight [??2] Do it God, ya bwoy lets do it, nawmsayin? Lets pull it, bwoy [Grand Puba Maxwell] Aiyyo, check this out Brand Nubian gettin ready to swing this ep We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex We got Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud! And my man Ep Rock X, kick the flavor for me on this one Cause we gettin ready to be out of here in a, sec [Verse 1 Sadat X] While New York roars, my voicebox soars Ill, open your pores, cause its one of my chores Kickin beats to bongo rhythms, cuttin rhymes to a schism People often wonder and ask... is Im the best? Surely you jest, Im not down with the rest In fact... they failed the test Its my vernacular thats simply spectacular My bite is in your neck, its the effect of Dracula Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition Cant even keep account of the Gs I be kissin But oh, I beg your pardon, the race is startin The criminals is there and Im the hardest of the hard And its a feat for you to meet me on any given day The adjective AMAZING, spelled with an A And a G on the end, by usin my pen Set forth on a journey for the perfect blend Rhymin was a fad in the days of my dad Now MCs is makin Gs and goin for bad The X in my name makes it all official Am I the King? Well, thats the socalled issue Rollin off the tongue was the fresh oneliner And CB talker was the zero oneniner Took a slight drop from the tip of the top Now Im out for mines and Im goin to clock Whats mine, on a line, on a rhyme I will dine Never ate the pig, cant deal with the swine Keep on, yes, my word is bond Speakin that knowledge like Farrakhaaaan Cause its ragtime! [Grand Puba Maxwell] Ah yeah, its ragged, lets do it! Aight, now we got Lord J Lord J, yo, cmon now Kick, the flavor, to this Drop it like this Ima swing it like this [Verse 2 Lord Jamar] I like to drop bass, cause when it hits, I bounce em I do this with my seven and one half ounces of brain Which I contain, to manifest thought The record is bought, so I figure I ought to elaborate Might as well as minds in turn collaborate I speak the facts, black, I dont exaggerate I just get to the bare essential Demandin that I talk of my credentials, cause yo I never slept, my mind was in the right place Now, lets take our steps and retrace back to a time When black was defined as Original, Godlike, Supreme Divine Refined is my mind thats why Im buildin There was a void in New York but now its filled in By the Lord J, dont forget the AMAtotheR Now say Im a Star You a Star, J! Well, you can be one, too Now, heres all you got to do whatcha gotta do? You got to know Knowledge of Selfs the foundation Know wisdoms the way to let it out, cuz Understandin is the manifestation And culture freedom, the final turnout, cause its ragtime Thats definitely ragtime Now let me rag mine! Let me rag mine Hit this in the 90s Hey yo, bust it here I go here I go here I go [Verse 3 Grand Puba Maxwell] As I, stand as a Pharaoh and read up on Elijah Trick ends on my friends, cause Pubas not a miser Last longer than a Duracell, or an Energizer I got a little older, but a whole lot wiser When it comes to shootin shots, Im a damn good shooter MC Grand Puba should be worshiped like a Buddha I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism Damn, I gets busy, though makin rhyme I gets bizm Always help another, meanin sister or a brother Just a little tip I picked up from my mother Smooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber So honey, pucker up cause Im a DAMN good slobber Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Ballys made of lizard So, honey, what is it? What is it? I rock a rhyme at a weddin, next tour Im probably headin You want a beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding Im hurtin like a blister, confusin like Twister Not an only child four brothers and one sister Not a rinkydinky, never snackin on a Twinkie When it comes to flexin, I can bend it like a Slinkie So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp When brothers try to play me, thats when the Pub gets amped So smile, here comes the picture click! A humble type brother, so dont play me as a vic I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosbys only sometimes Go to service on a Sunday, then its back at work on Monday Take my gear to the cleaners, buy pants or a Beamer Then Im out, beggin crackheads, I can do without Definitely, why not, Puba? Why, why, why? Cause its ragtime ad libs to outro
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