| Song | Nubian Jam |
| Artist | Brand Nubian |
| Album | Everything Is Everything |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dechalus, Murphy | |
| Intro/Chorus: Laura Alfored | |
| Seem all the fellas understand what it feel | |
| cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real | |
| *repeat* | |
| Verse One: Lord Jamar | |
| It's time to blow up the spot, anything you was in, you're thru the roof | |
| All the jams we done been thru is proof | |
| We blend truth, with mathematics doin acrobatics over beats | |
| The sound dramatic when it played in Landrover jeeps | |
| I know my peeps is in the front of the stage | |
| smokin blunts with the strokin stunts, ready to set it | |
| when the word is given, I know you heard how we was livin | |
| Never takin no shit, just stayin clever and makin the hits | |
| Shakin the tits of the honeys when they jump | |
| Makin money's what we bump cos slumps is for chumps | |
| and we pumps, worldwide, girls slide backstage | |
| Lookin for a free ride, legs divide at a young age | |
| Lord Jamar is like Jesus, speakin in parables | |
| and to devil's is cemarable | |
| to see this, but they ain't got no choice | |
| No escapin the penetration of the voice | |
| Chorus (x2) | |
| Verse Two: Sadat X | |
| And I watched and I watched and I watched then I looked | |
| The X is like no other who can drop it in the rain | |
| I'm not that high, so give me back my lighter | |
| Stage right in the party at night, I'm in the shadows | |
| Thinkin bout returnin to the spotlight | |
| The X is top flight, ESPN highlight | |
| From, throughout the rhythm, I give em what I give em | |
| Oil slickness on that ass like *?Ewin?* | |
| I know what I'm doin, leave your whole town ruined | |
| Brand Nubian, the name alone stands | |
| Overseas fans be shoutin different accents | |
| So hence the black prince from 2-0 | |
| Soft-spoken but my words comprehended by the herds | |
| Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase | |
| All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays | |
| Cos the X is like the master of the phrase..... | |
| Chorus: Laura Alfored | |
| Seem all the fellas understand what you feel | |
| cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real | |
| *repeat x3* | |
| Verse Three: Sadat X, Lord Jamar | |
| I want the mic in the clutch | |
| cos it's too cold to hold, and too hot to touch | |
| I'm like the thoroughbred searchin for cheese | |
| You can't cut off the head of a fatal disease | |
| MC's freeze at thirty-two degrees below | |
| Justice served, now watch us bust this herd | |
| in the head with another jam set by the brother man | |
| Letters for the other man, understand | |
| Chorus: Laura Alfored | |
| Seem all the fellas understand what you feel | |
| cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real | |
| *repeat 3X* |
| zuo ci : Dechalus, Murphy | |
| Intro Chorus: Laura Alfored | |
| Seem all the fellas understand what it feel | |
| cos it' s a Nubian Jam and everthing' s real | |
| repeat | |
| Verse One: Lord Jamar | |
| It' s time to blow up the spot, anything you was in, you' re thru the roof | |
| All the jams we done been thru is proof | |
| We blend truth, with mathematics doin acrobatics over beats | |
| The sound dramatic when it played in Landrover jeeps | |
| I know my peeps is in the front of the stage | |
| smokin blunts with the strokin stunts, ready to set it | |
| when the word is given, I know you heard how we was livin | |
| Never takin no shit, just stayin clever and makin the hits | |
| Shakin the tits of the honeys when they jump | |
| Makin money' s what we bump cos slumps is for chumps | |
| and we pumps, worldwide, girls slide backstage | |
| Lookin for a free ride, legs divide at a young age | |
| Lord Jamar is like Jesus, speakin in parables | |
| and to devil' s is cemarable | |
| to see this, but they ain' t got no choice | |
| No escapin the penetration of the voice | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse Two: Sadat X | |
| And I watched and I watched and I watched then I looked | |
| The X is like no other who can drop it in the rain | |
| I' m not that high, so give me back my lighter | |
| Stage right in the party at night, I' m in the shadows | |
| Thinkin bout returnin to the spotlight | |
| The X is top flight, ESPN highlight | |
| From, throughout the rhythm, I give em what I give em | |
| Oil slickness on that ass like ? Ewin? | |
| I know what I' m doin, leave your whole town ruined | |
| Brand Nubian, the name alone stands | |
| Overseas fans be shoutin different accents | |
| So hence the black prince from 20 | |
| Softspoken but my words comprehended by the herds | |
| Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase | |
| All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays | |
| Cos the X is like the master of the phrase..... | |
| Chorus: Laura Alfored | |
| Seem all the fellas understand what you feel | |
| cos it' s a Nubian Jam and everthing' s real | |
| repeat x3 | |
| Verse Three: Sadat X, Lord Jamar | |
| I want the mic in the clutch | |
| cos it' s too cold to hold, and too hot to touch | |
| I' m like the thoroughbred searchin for cheese | |
| You can' t cut off the head of a fatal disease | |
| MC' s freeze at thirtytwo degrees below | |
| Justice served, now watch us bust this herd | |
| in the head with another jam set by the brother man | |
| Letters for the other man, understand | |
| Chorus: Laura Alfored | |
| Seem all the fellas understand what you feel | |
| cos it' s a Nubian Jam and everthing' s real | |
| repeat 3X |
| zuò cí : Dechalus, Murphy | |
| Intro Chorus: Laura Alfored | |
| Seem all the fellas understand what it feel | |
| cos it' s a Nubian Jam and everthing' s real | |
| repeat | |
| Verse One: Lord Jamar | |
| It' s time to blow up the spot, anything you was in, you' re thru the roof | |
| All the jams we done been thru is proof | |
| We blend truth, with mathematics doin acrobatics over beats | |
| The sound dramatic when it played in Landrover jeeps | |
| I know my peeps is in the front of the stage | |
| smokin blunts with the strokin stunts, ready to set it | |
| when the word is given, I know you heard how we was livin | |
| Never takin no shit, just stayin clever and makin the hits | |
| Shakin the tits of the honeys when they jump | |
| Makin money' s what we bump cos slumps is for chumps | |
| and we pumps, worldwide, girls slide backstage | |
| Lookin for a free ride, legs divide at a young age | |
| Lord Jamar is like Jesus, speakin in parables | |
| and to devil' s is cemarable | |
| to see this, but they ain' t got no choice | |
| No escapin the penetration of the voice | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse Two: Sadat X | |
| And I watched and I watched and I watched then I looked | |
| The X is like no other who can drop it in the rain | |
| I' m not that high, so give me back my lighter | |
| Stage right in the party at night, I' m in the shadows | |
| Thinkin bout returnin to the spotlight | |
| The X is top flight, ESPN highlight | |
| From, throughout the rhythm, I give em what I give em | |
| Oil slickness on that ass like ? Ewin? | |
| I know what I' m doin, leave your whole town ruined | |
| Brand Nubian, the name alone stands | |
| Overseas fans be shoutin different accents | |
| So hence the black prince from 20 | |
| Softspoken but my words comprehended by the herds | |
| Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase | |
| All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays | |
| Cos the X is like the master of the phrase..... | |
| Chorus: Laura Alfored | |
| Seem all the fellas understand what you feel | |
| cos it' s a Nubian Jam and everthing' s real | |
| repeat x3 | |
| Verse Three: Sadat X, Lord Jamar | |
| I want the mic in the clutch | |
| cos it' s too cold to hold, and too hot to touch | |
| I' m like the thoroughbred searchin for cheese | |
| You can' t cut off the head of a fatal disease | |
| MC' s freeze at thirtytwo degrees below | |
| Justice served, now watch us bust this herd | |
| in the head with another jam set by the brother man | |
| Letters for the other man, understand | |
| Chorus: Laura Alfored | |
| Seem all the fellas understand what you feel | |
| cos it' s a Nubian Jam and everthing' s real | |
| repeat 3X |