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Brand Nubian - Foundation lyrics
Intro: Grand Puba Brand Nubian baby, here to flip it again And you know it don't stop until the party ends So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply Cos you know these brothers here we keep it extra tight Verse One: Lord Jamar Look, listen and observe, it took precision to connect The words of dialect within a rhythm you never heard Forbidden fruit, take a bite, you could lose your life like how they crucified Christ Musa's hair was white Lord Jamar, Sadat X and Puba's here tonight We got next on the court, I don't know what you thought This flow can't be bought, only sold in exchange for platinum ang gold, you've been told, open up the manifold Only to reveal scrolls and scrolls Premeditated to be dedicated to lost souls Properly educated, never sloppily operated Playing the beats for all my people incarcerated We stay in the streets and find new ways to eat Crime wave, I remember wetting my feet in my blind days, now these niggas getting they heat from under they seat, I wonder when the guns'll deplete Chorus: Grand Puba Brand Nubian brothers here to flip it again And you know we don't stop until your party ends So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply Cos you know these brothers here, we keep it extra tight The Foundation, as we hitcha with a Brand Nu creation New millennium we don't mess around Do the knowledge as we blaze the situation, so just feel me now Verse Two: Sadat X I'm in a rush, who got the keys to my truck? Who am I? I just might be a spy I drop a tear at the sight of the blue NY I'm a threat just like Garnette Pick a player out my set like Marbury Serve me sherry with a cherry I always eat what you think I ain't got no shoes on my feet, I'm from down the street, huh Now cats ride around New York with the slick hot rods Some late model usually pushing full throttle Hanging illegal U's and staying with the gleaming shoes Riding one deep but back to back to back Fuck a buzz, it's gonna happen just because Sure I was with her was, but I don't know what she does Big dimes hit me everytime like it's a crime My prime will steadily climb Yeah, I can't release nothing to y'all before it's time Chorus Verse Three: Grand Puba Now my verbal illustration graphic more than Playstation Microphone occupation operation save the nation Black crusader, persuader, educator Knowledge detonator none greater Leave haters stuck like a project elevator Always jammin it airtight like a laminate You can't contaminate it Go-getters we be superb like Justin's catfish fritters Now I got 2000 flows, only 4 less than all of my hoes (*Hey!*) Oops I mean my bro's but I'm just keeping y'all on your toes Excitement for your enlightenment, spitting novels, getting bravos Tear it up like El Nino, keeping it hotter than jalapenos Microphone holder doing more damage than rolling boulders Rhyme style should've fooled ya, knocked your head right off your shoulders See my intention, black-on-black prevention, break the tension Teach the seeds, tell them what they need and then collect my pension Brand Nubian, baby, born more flows than a test tube valve Your radio ain't really on if Brand Nubian ain't on your dial Outro: Grand Puba Yeah, as we do it like this 2000, Brand Nubian comin atcha one time New millennium style |
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