[sadat x]   Yeah, check it out, i'ma flow on this one   Yeah i'ma run with this for the ninety-two season   Yo check it out      I'ma give you somethin cat, this is what you need   You need a coach and I'm a damn good coach   Got the right approach, plus my pop had wins   Seed trickled down, six two and brown   When _slow down_ came out, at first it was mild hit   A minute or two later, brothers on some wild shit   Listen up, capture how I spree   Is it you, or is it me?    Made a mad verse, from first, stole second   Took the third and home it was out   That's what I'm about, that nubian swing   Familiar ring, cash register ring   Pay the brothers, jack the ripper work hard   Then I'll be out, check it out, yo peace god      Brand nubian rock the set! (8x)      [lord jamar]   Yeah   Fuck it up   Nineteen-ninety-two, uh!   Like this y'all   Well now this is for your clubs and your old school pubs   Where niggaz get drunk and give in to the funk   Speakin of funk, this here be stink   The brothers up north can smell it in the clink   Well put down the right guard cause you got the right god   Matter of fact, we're comin right and exact   We got the brainiac style like miles davis   Save us, in the files of the shit that hit   It's time to make a run at five hundred yard dash   Five hundred g's sold and the shit went gold   Now was that bold, to predict while I kick it?    Brand nubian fights, against the weak and the wicked   I got the baldhead dread sadat and sincere   Oh yes, the God is in here   _to the rear_ makin shit sound clear   Plus collect the dough at the end of the show   Everybody know brand nubian kick that shit on stage   Cause it fits in a rage   Lord jamar turn the page cause this rhyme is overflowin   And bring in the funky horn      Brand nubian rock the set! (8x)      [sadat x]   To really know this flavor you must understand the method   I might come up with a style, throw it down and say it's tired   Write a next one, smokin a blunt on the rooftop   And runnin with the sneakers or aiyyo hightops   Thanks to the dread for the roots green   Whole body is amped I must contain or appear   I might throw the peace at kids, go to rest and wake up goin   For days I get set off, I ain't got no way of knowin   How could you fool a ruler? you still smokin wooler?    The first round pick, why'd the knicks trade rod strick?    That man is nice!   You make acts to make tracks, I'm tired of frontin to em   Gonna step to em, cause they whole shit is dead   I'd rather tell em now, instead of fuckin with they head   Tired of frontin, it's like that huh      [lord jamar]   True indeed God y'knahmsayin, ain't no use frontin   Word to mother      Well don't look at things from the surface   A book without understanding is worthless   120 gave me plenty to chew on   Planted a seed and it grew (now that's true)   On to the road where we got shit sewed   When crackin shells, and gettin to the ?    I rest in the rule but don't take it for a joke   I got an automatic tool.. don't make it have to smoke   Cause yo I'll bust off, in God we trust, I'm not soft   When I'm droppin it, I'm just the opposite   Now that's hard..   Study lesson about farad and elijah   Won't suprise you to chill with god..   Of the universe, so when u.n.i.verse   We gain a better understanding   Which is supreme, risin to the top like my nubian team   And we don't stop!      Brand nubian rock the set! (repeat to before fade)      [ad libs to outro]