Ragtime Lyrics - One For All - Brand Nubian

Ayyo, 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 

Wild, New York raw as my voice box soars I'll 

Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores 

Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism 

People often wonder and ask 

Is I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest 

In fact they failed the test 

It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular 

My bite is in your neck it's the effect, of Dracula 

Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition 

Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin' 

But oh I beg your pardon, the race, is startin' 

The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard 

And it's a feet 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 MC's is makin' G's and goin' for bad 

The X in my name makes it, all official 

Am I the king? Well that's the so-called issue 

Rollin off the tongue was the fresh one-liner 

And CB talker was the zero one-niner 

Took a slight drop from the tip of the top 

Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin to clock 

What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine 

Never ate the pig can't deal with the swine 

Keep on, yes my word is bond 

Speakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan 

'Cause it's ragtime! 

Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it! 

Aight now we got Lord J 

Lord J, yo c'mon now 

Kick, the flavor, to this 

Drop it like this (I'mma swing it like this) 

I like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em 

I do this with my seven and my 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 don't 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 let's take our steps and retrace 

Back to a time, when black was defined 

As original, God-like, Supreme Divine 

Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin' 

There was a void in New York but now it's filled in 

By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A 

To the R, now say I'm a star (You a star, J) 

Well you can be one too 

Now here's all you got to do (Whatcha gotta do?) 

You got to know knowledge of self's the foundation 

Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome 

Understanding is the manifestation 

And cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime 

That's definitely ragtime 

Now let me rag mine, let me rag mine at this time 

Ayyo, bust it (Here I go here I go here I go) 

As I, stand as a Pharaoh and read up on Eliza 

Trick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser 

Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer 

I got a little older but a whole lot wiser 

When it comes to shootin' shots I'm 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 meaning sister or a brother 

Just a little tip I picked up, from my mother 

Smooth as Ali Baba once I week I see the barber 

So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber 

Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard 

So honey, what is it? (What is it?) 

I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading 

You want to beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding 

I'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister 

Not a only child, four brothers and one sister 

Not a rinky-dinky never snackin' on a Twinkie 

When it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie 

So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp 

When brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped 

So smile here comes the picture, click! 

A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic' 

I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes 

Granoble's on a Sunday then it's back at work on Monday 

Take my gear to the cleaners, buy pants or a Beamer 

Then I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without 

(Definitely, why not Puba? Why why why?) 'Cause it's ragtime