The Nubian - Orange Blossom

Aiyyo Gimme a gat I'm 'bout to smoke this motherfucker! Gimme a gat I'm 'bout to smoke this motherfucker! Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back I need seven brothers ready to roll, I mean some real shit Brothers ready to bust, bust again and again Snatch the chains off the door my man, this is a stick-up I ain't bring no funds, just came to snatch the guns Check it, brothers spread throughout the whole damn store Don't leave nothin', don't leave a witness This black man is armed, another man's alarmed This is the next Vietnam, set it off in the North My moms is down with it, pops is committed Something's got to give, I'm like a powder keg Ready to stick a bank, drivin' a high-powered tank Newsflash, Brand Nubian, takin' fifty hostages Take 'em in the basement, feed the punks sausages (Yo if I don't get 'em) [Incomprehensible] twinkies from hostess Shoot the fagot in the back for actin' like that From New York, in the East, I'm the black man police I called the cops for a beef that I had, but they didn't do A fuckin' thing, tellin' me to tone down As if they was a father gettin' red in the face And they threatened me with mace, so check it out (Hey!) So now I'm the wise guy but they ain't tryin' to bend That's why I'm here to pretend Aiyyo pass the fuckin' gat! Gimme a gat I'm 'bout to smoke this motherfucker! Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, and just like that, I squeeze Like a man possessed from the Old West See I rest in Rule, keep a tool close You don't want be the learner that my burner makes toast 'Cause today's mathematics is Uzi does it I got the automatic stashed in the attic And it's an emphatic now cipher If you think you take the life of me without a fight Huh, I clean my gun with a rip rod Here comes the God who don't eat pig lard Lord J A motherfuckin' M A R Never passive, the crew grows massive We get wreck with the tech, blow your mind with nine Plus we got the shotty for your body Rodney King ain't this God-ly king Before I take a whippin', I'll dump a fuckin' clip in The police, who give us no peace, to be deceased I'll have a feast, as I commence to slay the beast So my advice to black men, stay strapped Aiyyo aiyyo yo, pass that Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass the gat!

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*

Intro: Sadat X Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, straight from the wilds of The Bronx, it's Buckwild, y'knowI'msayin? And that kid Sadat X born king, doin my thing KnowI'msayin? I let'cha know how it is in my lifestyle everyday Verse One: Sadat X Lately yo, I been walkin tightropes It's an adventure everyday as I walk down the block Quiet baldhead is like a bad motherfucker All charged up from Madison Ave. I'm up on the stage if you read the front page Give me the ol' school mic wiv a cord I'll stand on the table, give a fuck about a label Now, we all can't brawl, we all can't brawl It'll be your downfall when you're goin like this Is it the cash or the hash from my stash that compells you? Gas kids throw me but my crew bring me back They stay on my back so I don't act like alladat Hook: Busta Rhymes Now all these niggas carry on like they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Now all these niggas carry on when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Verse Two: Sadat X Late one night, 55th outpost Chickenhead watchin to see who she can catch She got a man, I can tell cos the action in her eyes Ain't nervous, a young sassy thing She call me a playa, standin on the corner wiv her whole dime crew I'm ridin down the block wiv her girlfriend In the next nigga's car, lookin like a star Shades, blackness, packed his whole damn frame Ya got to be down to *? starts?* about the booty Cos Sonny Lamb packs the wham It's all good, yeah it's all good See it attracts kids that are sweater A nigga like me'll be the first to forgetta So now she all mad, bringin drama to the crib Go ahead, chickenhead, wit the funk You get played like trash if you act like you'd always have and you always Will Chickenheads is only good for a thrill Hook: Busta Rhymes Yo yo, yo they think they alladat, they think they alladat All these bitches carry on when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Verse Three: Sadat X Now my cheques jam and I waited all damn week And if I flip em the bad guy, you wonder why When the corner officers and nobody can call me back And everybody claims to know nothin And these is the peoples that's down wit me Supposedly, lays on my side, yeah right They let a nigga die in the night if you let em You can get wild, flip, go grab the mask But it damn sure slow-up the cash cos I know Ya be a menace to society, still waitin for the dough The thinkin man is the one with the plan Plant his seeds first then be ready to burst It's like that, huh? My name is X from the hot blocks of Harlem Take it personally when you try to stop my stardom Use to be mild, find myself gettin wild Got to slow down for my girl and my child Cos I love life and I gots ta live it And everytime I get on stage I'ma move sometin And you can never say the X didn't hit'cha Aiyo, I put it on ya, but first I warn ya This ain't no average skit, this is a hit More than you hit, better than your best shit Better than your man's shit, better than his cousin's shit Better than your whole block, buck once and then ya come wit that nons... Interlude: Sadat X talking Aight, hey Buck, when you bring what you bring to the game and when I bring What I bring to the game, it's dangerous that I can't even call it. But we Gonna end it off like this, y'knowI'msayin? On some Bronx town shit, check It out Verse Four: Sadat X The big X has spoken, courtesy of Buck A Bronx hoe-down similar to the showdown Won't you place a bet on ya man You know my style and you know where I stand I'ma leave you on wit the real for right now Peace to Brand Nubian, Now Rule and Buckwild But right now, peep the master of the headnod Hit New York harder and smarter, thieves attack, now stay back Tainted styles don't pass the grade A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave Hook: Busta Rhymes Yo, all these niggas think they hard when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat All these bitches act like sluts when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Now all these fraud niggas are bitches when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Fuck dem niggas out there who think they alladat They think they alladat, they thunk they alladat Fuck dem niggas, fuck dem bitches Fuck dem fraud ass, motherfuckers Fake ass niggas HAH!

I've been searching most everywhere To find someone with whom I could compare And now I've found her she's right there You know you know Desert honey Lotus Blossom Hungry man has always got some time To take away from you Gentle hearts we've known too few All in love coolin out Peace of mind must come about So rest your racing aching brain Stone blind mirror looks insane Almost coming almost gone Always caught inside a song So stop and sip my cactus syrup 'Fore you climb into the stirrup And ride, in stride, survive in time Empty arms forever running Sunny lady left too long Desert honey almost coming Lotus Blossom almost gone You know ooohhhhh You know ooohhhhh

Lost in all the same dreams, chasin' where the rays sync Clouds are just the day's wings Dancin' in the same stream of your mind, I'm framing Reflection of a painting I'm moving closer To the memories I've misplaced I'm feeling closer To the roots we had in place Oh, hazy Cherry blossom daydream Swimmin' in the same leaves You left in my mind Oh, hazy Cherry blossom daydream Swimmin' in the same breeze Losing track of time I'm never alone When I'm lost under your sky I hope that we grow old And we keep this dream alive I'm never alone When I'm lost under your sky I hope that we grow old And we keep this dream alive Oh, hazy Cherry blossom daydream Swimmin' in the same breeze Losing track of time Oh, hazy Cherry blossom daydream Swimmin' in the same leaves You left in my mind Oh, hazy Oh, hazy Oh, hazy Oh, hazy