Yes, yes, yes it's a test test test now Rule is the town   Where we rest rest rest if you were wondering   Were the ballistics finally in once again, Brand Nubian!   You and your girl came to see the three rock      Now she stays kick the funky lyrics, throw her down   To her PJ'S lay her on the floor and do work   In three ways after the party, guess what?   Aiyyo she's still payin'!      Feels so good!      I got this girl a mink sable, in return I got a cable   Her name was Fat Mabel and she brought my kid to table   Ate pasta with this rasta, went out with her sister   Her hands on her chin, thought she was a mister   Went out disco dancing and my feet I made blister   Smacked in the face until I finally I dissed her      Encounter with a stunt, and I'm out for spot fronts   And stunts was on the wiggy, I thought her name was Ziggy   But her name was Lucy and I met her on the deucey   Put me on hold to go in a store to get loosey   (Come on)      Aiyyo mack she need to stop it   Now let me kick some flavor since we're building on the topic   'Cause yo, I knew this girl and her name was Tina   She rested in Medina, never saw eyes greener than hers   But yo there was just one little flaw, the green eyes      I had to penalize, cause they was bought in a store   A synthetic cosmetic, it was pathetic   If they was real, then yo she got the credit   But they wasn't so she doesn't   I like the natural look, so I kicked it to her cousin      Feels so good, feels so good      C'mere let me put it to you like this sugar   Don't go changing, to try to please me   Don't change the color of your hair!   Your hair, your hair, your hair!      I said no no no I just want   Someone that I can talk to!   I'll take you just the way you are!   Word is bond! yeah right!      Too hot to handle when I was young I used to vandal   Giving girls the comfort like a foot and a sandle   Always help another brother, never running scandals   And if I hit the skids, well I'll just panhandle      Now I'm gettin' papes, but stunts gets the vapes   I see it as a joke cause they break when you're broke   I can give a roar like an ancient dinosaur   Swing a microphone like the great mighty Thor      Puba Maxwell is the mack that's hyphenated   Girls seem to love the way my things are situated   Hump on a bump 'til them bumps is feelin sore   Take a quick breather then I'm goin back for more!      Feels so good, feels so good   Brother, Derek X, kick flavor      I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille   Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill   Making big hits from tidbits, how I make my bread   Do some situps, and squat thrusts, to keep a level head      'Cause I'm well bred, and mannered, I create in my workshop   Stay up late at night until my brain says to stop   Then I quit, wake up in the morning and continue it   I find the same line, and add some more that's hype   (Shit)      But my stripes, marks me by champ   Check out the bass coming from the power amp   I'm the controller and like Ayatollah   I used to live in Saudi Arabia      I never come out straight out with an answer   Just a yes, or a no, or a maybe I do   But with my crew sometimes I get blazed   Jump on the floor and kick a new dance craze   I can read and I've red since the days of?      If rhymin' is fundamental, then light up a spliff   and grab, and not an ounce of flab, is on my body   My mother's part spanish, my father's part yardie   I'm not a junior, try to see me catch a?   I got yeast to rise straight through the moon      Feels so good   Feels so good   Feels so good   Lord Jamar, God Allah step to it!      Girls scope this, like in astrology they knowledge me   That's cause I'm God, but don't look too hard in the sun   'cause you might get done   My number's seven, that's six plus one   Now any way you count Lord Jamar will amount to be      A tower, so yo, knowledge my power   As I conclude, to girls I won't be rude   Just verbally feedin' em my mental food   I embellish with lyrics, that can't be contested      Serve 'em straight from my mouth and in your ears they're digested   The rhyme I say, is out of the ordinary   Some say unique I prefer the term extraordinary   MC's rhymes are ancient like a dinosaur fossil   They're weak and outdated while my rhymes are collosal      Like a Lamborghini, I look good, and I'm expensive   Plus the power I'm unleashing is just, too intensive   Discombublatin MC's with thin mind percentage   Guys like my rhymes, girls like my masculinity      When I'm on the mic I say what I feel   I'll never perpetrate cause the God's for real   It's like that and at my jams you know you'll never be bored   (That)   So just dance and scream, praise the Lord      Alright now this is how we gonna do it   Before we get out like shout      We used to be some soloists but now we form tri-pack   And if you try to step to this you just might catch an eye jack   And if you were intelligent, you really wouldn't try that   This is just one black, we'll be back!      To my man Alamo and to the man Sincere   To my man Mark the Spark and to my brother Melachon   And Skeff Anslem on the board aiyyo check this out   We got some shoutouts for my man Grand Puba   You know what I'm sayin' since he doin' the la la lah'   He wanna say peace to his man C T W O   To my man Zee I'll see you real soon!