Back Up Off The Wall Lyrics - Singles - Brand Nubian

No, Flagro 

Uh, what 

Yeah, Brand Nu' comin' through 

Long Island, Harlem World, all out, all out 

Let's talk about tit 

What, yeah, now put ya hands up 

Uh, what, now put ya hands up 

Put ya hands up 

Now get ya back up off the wall 

I'm better feeling than running raw 

Chain gang link I need a shrink 

What y'all niggaz think I'm a do when I get real money 

Iano keys played in series 

Peace to Lil' Cease 

Microphone track board, loose chord, oh Lord 

Promo number one Sadat X had a grenade 

And the have next day I smashed the shit Allie played 

Now we delayed by ninety days 

You better find me anyways 

You better return to the Terror dome, ain't nobody home 

Non-haters play the corner in the elevator 

Crash crews smack the open palm so you don't bruise 

You push a button and what happens nothing 

I push one and there's a man with a gun in the doorway 

I'm in 4A, I been in there all day 

I had some smokes, some bitches and chicken on a slab 

There's enough for everybody so y'all niggaz don't grab 

Come on, come on, come on, yo 

So get your back up off the wall 

What, I said dance, come on, come on 

So put your hands up 

Stop frontin and pop somethin 

Cornball niggaz stay frontin ain't got nothin 

Mad cause the life I lead, twice ya speed 

Brown-skinned Miami, that's the wife I need 

Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed 

Tryin to ball with y'all but I might just flee 

The second coming of Christ 

I'll make you run for your life 

It's like a gun up against a knife 

You can never win, when we fight to the end 

I'm tight with the pen 

Don't be going off the head, cause they be blown off the head 

And showin off the skills of the mentally dead 

I do the knowledge before any words get said 

Herbs get me red, hold on, Simply Red 

Pimps be dead in rap, everybody's fed with that 

Y'all could go ahead with that 

I'm trying to show you where my head is at 

Dread be the positive black 

Drop the B, you get lack 

See you when you get back 

Lyrical three-pack, spiritual miracle 

Uhh, Lord Jamar the imperial 

Microphone serial killer, urban guerilla 

You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit serious 

Slap the taste out of your mouth, then break out 

Come on, come on, come on, yo 

So get your back up off the wall 

What, I said dance, come on, come on 

So put your hands up 

Stop frontin and pop somethin 

Cornball niggaz stay frontin ain't got nothin 

Mad cause the life I lead, twice ya speed 

Brown-skinned Miami, that's the wife I need 

Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed 

Tryin to ball with y'all but I might just flee 

Now I'm a put a rush up on molasses 

Breeze on through like easy passes 

Wiggle more asses than aerobic classes 

El kabong, my people blaze them trees up like Cheech and Chong 

Get that ass open like a pair of butt cheeks in thong 

For sure dog, I don't mean to come off pushy 

Blaze your party hot, and have it smelling like D'bussy 

Spit my phlegm and drop my gem 

Collect my wins and copy the Benz with the icy rims 

I be dramatical, mathematical, radical thriller 

The mic killa wreckin more shit than Godzilla 

Matter of fact I'm more iller, knock your shit off the pillar 

The four-wheeler touched every flava but vanilla 

You know my name, my game, so shorty shake that thang 

I get you open like them ball-head niggaz on Rogaine 

Spit my flow all the way from New Ro' 

To Acapulco, white poos brown like cocoa 

Flip flows def like so so 

Come on, come on, come on, yo 

So get your back up off the wall 

What, I said dance, come on, come on 

So put your hands up 

Stop frontin and pop somethin 

Cornball niggaz stay frontin ain't got nothin 

Mad cause the life I lead, twice ya speed 

Brown-skinned Miami, that's the wife I need 

Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed 

Tryin to ball with y'all but I might just flee