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*