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 |