The Return Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo 

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival 

I'm only bringin' you the real 

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo 

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival' 

Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about 

Three sixty degrees I stand in the square, right over left 

Preparin' to fight to the death, you could never stifle this 

Not even the triflest, nigga on Earth, could ever fuck 

With what I spit in a verse, we always hit where it hurts 

Underground so we dig in the dirt 

Always gotta put a nigga to work, is how it seems 

It's kinda hard to hear the silent screams 

Through the violent things, turn a deaf ear 

Your body might get left there, you better step to the rear 

We put it down with Premier, rock mad army gear 

You ain't heard us all together in several years 

It's like a federal crime, you had to settle for rhymes 

That lacked substance, we got that in abundance 

Pro-black and you know that 

We stay Fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar 

Come too far, to ever try and go back 

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo 

Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival 

I'm only bringin' you the real 

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo 

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival' 

Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about 

I'm on 110 and Lennox with these Africans overseein' 

Our physical being and how we doin' it 

It only take one bad nigga to ruin' it, pursuin' it 

And actin' like it can't happen put you in the chair 

To the bookings we go on the twenty-four hour flow 

I run through obstacles, take off my shackles 

Proper backing with the bangers and the rhyme singers 

I run with dem and others rock NY in colors 

With the straight brim and the chick who work in the gym 

The great Datty in the C-Town Express 

Whoever step to this is gonna have to face stress 

Whoever step to this better be at they best 

Look at me close, I'm the perfect host you standin' too close 

So back up, you should never try to act up 

The Wild Cowboy still got the style boy 

One of a kind I throw a helluva line 

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo 

Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival 

I'm only bringin' you the real 

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo 

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival' 

Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about 

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, my man Primo hit me off with the plural 

Zig Zag Zig like Zorro now we makin' more bread than Stella Doro 

Unsung hero bring more heat than DeNiro 

Never known for spittin' trash shit on the mic, that shit's a zero 

Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters 

Make y'all get nuts like a cell block filled with dick beaters 

Make my approach then shorty's bagged like coach 

Cut on the lights if she ain't a dime then watch me run like a roach 

Y'all know my shit be hot they call me Dr. Doo-a-lot 

Now I got seeds so I'm stingy I keep strings on my Benji's 

So tree up, nigga we up, about to re-up 

Y'all know the deal, grab this paper, disappear like Copperfield 

I need a meal, time to eats with a flow 

Drop the beat, press it up, and hit the street, dinner time's complete 

My Nubian ways'll get ass that open for days 

Make more chips than Frito Lays when I spit the phrase that pays 

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo 

Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival 

I'm only bringin' you the real 

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo 

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival' 

Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about