Song | Allah U Akbar |
Artist | Brand Nubian |
Album | In God We Trust |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dechalus, Murphy, Murphy D. | |
Verse one:sadat x | |
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free | |
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree | |
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah | |
Give the question, i'm tired of brothers guessin | |
The nubian brought the x a lot of fame | |
But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended | |
That ain't the plan i had and shit like that ain't intended | |
For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants | |
Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance | |
Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac | |
I got a three-oh, so p.o. step back | |
I'm with the uptown baldies, kids that were lords | |
Kick for kids that's paid, i kick for kids with no funds | |
Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses | |
Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks | |
Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof | |
New york i got the grip, i told ya i told ya | |
This means war, as if by sister souljah | |
To think that the x would ever take a fall | |
After gettin all of this, man you're crazy | |
The only way i'd fall is if i got fat and lazy | |
And i won't cause i work real hard | |
Wake up in the morning at the hour of god and make beats | |
Later hit the streets for some forty-fifth sweets | |
So all y'all been told, black youth essential | |
From the hard urban blocks of now rule residential | |
That the god, rocks real hard | |
Verse two: lord jamar | |
God damn right, the l-o-r-d, j-a-m-a-r | |
Says peace and allah u akbar | |
Back like a motherfuckin head to crack | |
Brand nubian tracks are filled with black facts | |
Now i ain't humpty dumpty chump, see | |
I ain't fallin, you can go call in | |
All the king's horses and all the king's men | |
Try to knock me off you never see another day again | |
My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready | |
And my scope with the laser beam steady | |
So if you're feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck | |
How could i kill a man, well i just don't give a fuck, so | |
Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock | |
With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten | |
We're bound to win, cause god don't like ugly | |
You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged g | |
I don't wanna be the man, i just wanna make jams | |
Cuttin sharp like edward scissorhands | |
It's ninety-two and of course we grew seeds | |
They're planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew | |
And if you're thinking that we're a hoe in the game | |
We gettin wreck to your brain |
zuo ci : Dechalus, Murphy, Murphy D. | |
Verse one: sadat x | |
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free | |
But y' all know it' s me or could you tell by the spree | |
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah | |
Give the question, i' m tired of brothers guessin | |
The nubian brought the x a lot of fame | |
But wouldn' t it be a shame if it all up and ended | |
That ain' t the plan i had and shit like that ain' t intended | |
For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants | |
Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance | |
Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac | |
I got a threeoh, so p. o. step back | |
I' m with the uptown baldies, kids that were lords | |
Kick for kids that' s paid, i kick for kids with no funds | |
Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses | |
Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks | |
Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof | |
New york i got the grip, i told ya i told ya | |
This means war, as if by sister souljah | |
To think that the x would ever take a fall | |
After gettin all of this, man you' re crazy | |
The only way i' d fall is if i got fat and lazy | |
And i won' t cause i work real hard | |
Wake up in the morning at the hour of god and make beats | |
Later hit the streets for some fortyfifth sweets | |
So all y' all been told, black youth essential | |
From the hard urban blocks of now rule residential | |
That the god, rocks real hard | |
Verse two: lord jamar | |
God damn right, the lord, jamar | |
Says peace and allah u akbar | |
Back like a motherfuckin head to crack | |
Brand nubian tracks are filled with black facts | |
Now i ain' t humpty dumpty chump, see | |
I ain' t fallin, you can go call in | |
All the king' s horses and all the king' s men | |
Try to knock me off you never see another day again | |
My seventwentyonefourteen' s ready | |
And my scope with the laser beam steady | |
So if you' re feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck | |
How could i kill a man, well i just don' t give a fuck, so | |
Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock | |
With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten | |
We' re bound to win, cause god don' t like ugly | |
You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged g | |
I don' t wanna be the man, i just wanna make jams | |
Cuttin sharp like edward scissorhands | |
It' s ninetytwo and of course we grew seeds | |
They' re planted like a farmer, so let' s reap what we sew | |
And if you' re thinking that we' re a hoe in the game | |
We gettin wreck to your brain |
zuò cí : Dechalus, Murphy, Murphy D. | |
Verse one: sadat x | |
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free | |
But y' all know it' s me or could you tell by the spree | |
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah | |
Give the question, i' m tired of brothers guessin | |
The nubian brought the x a lot of fame | |
But wouldn' t it be a shame if it all up and ended | |
That ain' t the plan i had and shit like that ain' t intended | |
For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants | |
Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance | |
Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac | |
I got a threeoh, so p. o. step back | |
I' m with the uptown baldies, kids that were lords | |
Kick for kids that' s paid, i kick for kids with no funds | |
Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses | |
Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks | |
Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof | |
New york i got the grip, i told ya i told ya | |
This means war, as if by sister souljah | |
To think that the x would ever take a fall | |
After gettin all of this, man you' re crazy | |
The only way i' d fall is if i got fat and lazy | |
And i won' t cause i work real hard | |
Wake up in the morning at the hour of god and make beats | |
Later hit the streets for some fortyfifth sweets | |
So all y' all been told, black youth essential | |
From the hard urban blocks of now rule residential | |
That the god, rocks real hard | |
Verse two: lord jamar | |
God damn right, the lord, jamar | |
Says peace and allah u akbar | |
Back like a motherfuckin head to crack | |
Brand nubian tracks are filled with black facts | |
Now i ain' t humpty dumpty chump, see | |
I ain' t fallin, you can go call in | |
All the king' s horses and all the king' s men | |
Try to knock me off you never see another day again | |
My seventwentyonefourteen' s ready | |
And my scope with the laser beam steady | |
So if you' re feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck | |
How could i kill a man, well i just don' t give a fuck, so | |
Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock | |
With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten | |
We' re bound to win, cause god don' t like ugly | |
You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged g | |
I don' t wanna be the man, i just wanna make jams | |
Cuttin sharp like edward scissorhands | |
It' s ninetytwo and of course we grew seeds | |
They' re planted like a farmer, so let' s reap what we sew | |
And if you' re thinking that we' re a hoe in the game | |
We gettin wreck to your brain |