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Brand Nubian

Genres: Hip-Hop

The Beat Change Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Somebody went gold in the Billboard, it was a X, but it was Mia 

Young boys ran to me in the local pizzeria 

He said, "You Jamar and Haji man y'all hot to death 

Can y'all save what's left, or at least make a claim?" 

 

Shorty remind me of myself when I started in this game 

And through years I'm basically the same, as are my brothers 

I'm the eight track flashback before the days of crack 

Is it real or an act, fuck it, let's save the kids 

 

Yeah, you all about war, why you tryin' to die for? 

Yeah, them niggaz real raw but you sleepin' on the floor 

Yeah, I walk through the Valley with my man Spark and Allie 

Days of money, in Harlem Week '85 

With the Captain's hats, and my father's old guns 

 

Before I had a daughter, and before they had sons 

I stay the hypnotizer, style's a tranquilizer 

Got you feelin' all loose, wettin' up the goose 

The great Datty X and I'm hear to say 

You can always find me around the way 

 

Uh, I be that kid with the dreads that remember 

When I hid from the Feds, plus I always did what I said 

I was gonna do, talk shit, right in front of you 

Never forfeit, on top, we do it non stop 

 

Remember when we let the bomb drop 

With more jewels than a pawn shop from the school 

Of the hard knocks, straight off the now rule block 

Powerful aftershocks with the strength of master locks 

 

We got you in a paradox, between a rock and a hard place 

We got the hard bass 

And everybody's gon' get a taste, get your plate 

First we had to let it marinate, now we straight, uh 

 

Five mics is how we rate, stand with us 

And stand amongst the likes of the great scandalous 

Cats, try they best to decipher the tape 

What we manifest still gets blessed in every state 

 

Hey, listen here dog a nigga keep it spicy hot 

Rhyme flow stay straighter than six o'clock 

Hustle rhymes like a nigga hustle shit on the block 

The shit is work and got a 4.6 in the lot 

 

I hustle knowledge, charge tuition like a college 

My wisdom hold me down in town like Jackie Brown 

I teach dangerous minds, like that chick Michelle Pfeffeir 

That's why the Gods check got at least 6 cypher 

 

My Justice Cypher Born, I ain't no helpless type nigga 

Like a gat without a trigga I got the figure to make figures 

For years I've been doin' this thing I do 

Since Ralph McDaniel's video show was on channel U 

 

Station 31, vice grip channel changer son 

The show was the banger, came in clear with a hanger 

Top notch status watch the God get it flamin' 

Herbal with the verbal, drop top twin turbo 

Blazin' for the year, born build to 2 G's 

 

Flow like these, help the God stack cheese 

Summer Jet-Ski, trunk with TV's 

Sittin' under tropic trees with iced teas 

Mind stay positive black, guaranteed 

to grab the top dollar, more pull than the Rottweiler