Intro/Chorus: (x2)



"Word is bond, we got it goin on		

   "C'mon throw ya hands in the air

Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn   

  in the air, in the air

It's like that y'all, ya don't stop		 

   C'mon throw ya hands in the air

Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot"	  

  in the air, in the air"



Verse One: Lord Jamar, Sadat X



Whenever ya hear the piece of the track, peace to the black

peeps on the streets with the beats in the jeeps

Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law

It's the G-O-D, my delivery is C-O-D

Word is bond and bond is life

We got it goin on tonight, don't nobody wanna fight

they wanna see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke

Utilisin the effects of the smoke



More cash to smash to make the blunt last

Fill it with hash til it pass, don't even ask in the Flat'

Put ass in a grip, flags is half-mast

Somebody must've passed, we're makin your ass drip into the stands

Fold my cash at last, my task to teach the class

and receive somethin more than brass is a blast

Make a brother work hard, long and fast......



Chorus (x2)



Verse Two: Lord Jamar, Sadat X



Dreadlock, I send a rock from my block

Clock wax like crack, samplin from old stacks

That's where the soul's at, in this whole rap universe

We kick the funky tunes with a burst

Sun, moon and star, *?Sunbumba?* Jamar

To get me in the flow, now I'm read' to go

Set to show, everybody in the party that we're nice

wit out sippin on Bacardi and ice



The southpaw, ask your ma, I be the shinin star

No matter who you are, no matter who you are

I'll rape the tape, drop along in interstate

wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate

And by fakin I'll avoid the court date, no legal aid

Everything's paid, while courts are tyraid

If the money ain't made, talkin millions

but spendin penny's and gettin cheap shoes from Kenny's



Chorus



Verse Three: Lord Jamar, Sadat X



Now let's take time out to say peace to the GODs (PEACE)

Bust how I release cos this beat is hard

We be the squad from raw-taught to rule

Take a thought to the top now I drop the jewel



I push the Cadillac DeVille and still we real

I drive a garbage truck and not give a ........

I need to earn a buck four-a-year

I'm thru with buyin wild gear

Just somethin I can wear, somethin fly when I'm there



Well now we're here to take the gold and the cash 'fore the bill fold

I told their ass to chill and they're still cold

Frozen cos they're not amongst the chosen one

Sun shines like a beacon, similar to Howard Speake



As I receive the mic for the last time, I clear up your past crime

All felonies can go, as long as you know

Brand Nubian will stand, without the use of a band

We always work with a plan



Chorus (x2)