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Brand Nubian

Brand Nubian is an American hip hop group from New Rochelle, New York, consisting of three MC's: Grand Puba (born Maxwell Dixon, on March 4, 1966), Sadat X (formerly Derek X, born Derek Murphy, on December 29, 1968) and Lord Jamar (born Lorenzo Dechalus, on September 17, 1968), and two DJs: DJ Alamo and DJ Sincere. Its debut album, One for All is one of the most popular and acclaimed alternative hip hop albums of the 1990s, known for socially conscious and politically charged content inspired by the teachings of the Nation of Gods and Earths.About.com placed the group on its list of the "25 Greatest Rap Groups of All Time." more »

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1994

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First up it's the nuts up, what's up 
To the niggas from the projects 
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene 
Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team 
Just freestylin' in a cipher, I take the life of MCs 
If you're wack we got the right to seize 
He's black like Ultra, know your culture 
Motherfuckers don't know so they won't grow 
Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick 
Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get 
Or how rigid, niggas still get it 
I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures 
In my third eye, know you heard I 
Study math like a mathematician 
See half of y'all wishin' you could sound like the GODs from the town 
Of the Rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down Serge 

You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin' 
From another dimension, did I mention 
That funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas 
Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship 
But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop 
Leave you spinnin' like the washin' machine before it stop 
Goin' all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate 
On a mission from Cleveland, ridin' it from outta state 
So ready yourself because it's on full scale 
I heard some put Jamar to bail down to New Rochelle 
Now Rule, that's where we scheme and we plot 
On the late night, blunted in the basement with Sadat 
And we discussin' your demise, know it's gonna come 
Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum 
And Serge is buckin' off a shot from the mental insight 
Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite 

I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one 
Original Flatbush style, and solo jam 
Like beep Han Solo man 
Yes-a, Mr.Intellect-And-Sex in the flesh 
I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest 
Maestro Manny one verse, time come in 
My ??? ??? scab when they go flurry 
You don't concern me, your style can't burn me 
You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie 
My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins 
After Thanksgiving then they're eatin' pork skin 
I don't give a f*ck about your section, just watch your murder flexin' 
Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion 
6' 1", two weaves and cocked diesel 
You can see that hair is curly, ain't no fuckin' up like ??? 
See!!!! 

When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt 
Even the hard niggas will be yellin' "That's enough" 
But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up 
Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up 
Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season 
So exit stage left 'cause you ain't on my level, leaf 
You want to battle? Here's what happened to the last kid 
His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards 
In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin' 
I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin' 
So bring all the flunkies you roll with 
So when I set it on your ache, you all be like "Oh shit!" 
You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow 
I'll have your ass sneakin' out the backdoor 
This is some trouble you don't want to get your ass in 
So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion 

Feel the wind blow through your hair 
My aim is square on your backbone 
You're home alone and your mom work the double shift 
Just enough time for me to hit that off 
"Bounce on a nigga" said my man Wop 
Peace to the squad, One-Eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it 
I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street 
On some casual shit, even my kid could flip 
Hear me on the wop tape bam!! Hit 'em 
Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it 
Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin 
Peace to Courtland Ave., Teepee wheelnose in 
Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word 
My man Joon with the 'erb to the moon 
Eh Shawn Black, nigga, where ya at? 
No type of daydreamer or a nigga with emphysema 
This is X and I'm straight from the Rule

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