Allah U Akbar Lyrics - Singles - Brand Nubian

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 

Hard rock 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 

Goddamn 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 dread lock, make the dead rock 

With my bald head, 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