To the Right

Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right Want to give a shout to my man Pos K My man Big Daddy, he's cool Now Rule Mob Check it out Well honey here's a hickie, Puba's not a quickie When it comes to skins, God damn I'm picky Who will be the princess to occupy the prince? And if she's less than dope I hope the limo's got tints Now honey, you see this may sound profound But let me love you down And if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns You see doo-doo MC's, really think they can outlast I smell gas As a youngin' I was thefty, born as a lefty The rhymes I drop, somethin' more than hefty Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger For those who try to diss me, uh-oh, danger Used to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be goldie When I played soccer with the dreads I play goalie Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin' For those who want to bite get the catalog, start orderin' 'Cause, Puba's shit is on stock Ock I shape the wig like a woodblock I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive I guess you can call this my nine to five I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia But hang on for a sec! You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin' wreck 'Cause to me see it's more than likely And if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip Don't flake or flam, 'cause Puba's not havin' it Derek X to the right C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu You see me rock a video and slam shit up on 'Feels So Good' There was no doubt about it, 'cause I knew that I would Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with This girl done tried to cram 'cause she was down with the old school She, smacked me, attacked me, harassed me 'til I swung But I made her see stars 'cause her bell rung (See an Uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl) No, I'm, not a wife beater No, I'm, not a girl cheater I nipped this problem in the butt With my force from the Rule and my man Ron Stud (Word to life) So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about And if you don't then brother you're lost I had a Ross, traded it in for a horse It died, I made glue, it's no loss I'm the boss at my job 'cause I hire all workers Tired of the sob story tear jerkers Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums Never sold work, never handled no gems So que sera sera as the fat lady sings But when the bell toll is the song I sing Taken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights I pound a bunch of you after lunch 'cause I do right Appear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear Rip up the street on my worldwide tear So loudly my troops, and let's form three groups Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops Allah Jamar to the right Peace God! (Yo knowledge the God) Peace God! You're captivated by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical Jamar rockin' the jam, is an emphatical Why, equal, Knowledge Born I go on, although clothes get torn By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen Made 'em lust, now I must Rush out the back door, in-to the alley Girls in pursuit, enough to form a rally I didn't want to scuff up my brand new Bally's So I made a quick dip, like I was goin' back to Cali Took the Lear jet, don't fear yet Comin' on your earset So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam 'Cause even in my name there's a funky live "Jam" Don't eat Spam or no types of ham Polite to all women so I say, "Yes ma'am!" Sniffin' a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak Jamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak Not down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek A Message From a Blackman is what you seek!