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Brand Nubian Everything Is Everything Word Is Bond Intro/chorus: (x2) "word is bond, we got it goin on "c'mon throw ya hands in the air Brand nubian'll rock to the break of dawn In the air, in the air It's like that y'all, ya don't stop C'mon throw ya hands in the air Brand nubian'll rock the sure shot" In the air, in the air" Verse one: lord jamar, sadat x Whenever ya hear the piece of the track, peace to the black Peeps on the streets with the beats in the jeeps Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law It's the g-o-d, my delivery is c-o-d Word is bond and bond is life We got it goin on tonight, don't nobody wanna fight They wanna see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke Utilisin the effects of the smoke More cash to smash to make the blunt last Fill it with hash til it pass, don't even ask in the flat' Put ass in a grip, flags is half-mast Somebody must've passed, we're makin your ass drip into the stands Fold my cash at last, my task to teach the class And receive somethin more than brass is a blast Make a brother work hard, long and fast...... Chorus (x2) Verse two: lord jamar, sadat x Dreadlock, i send a rock from my block Clock wax like crack, samplin from old stacks That's where the soul's at, in this whole rap universe We kick the funky tunes with a burst Sun, moon and star, *?sunbumba?* jamar To get me in the flow, now i'm read' to go Set to show, everybody in the party that we're nice Wit out sippin on bacardi and ice The southpaw, ask your ma, i be the shinin star No matter who you are, no matter who you are I'll rape the tape, drop along in interstate Wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate And by fakin i'll avoid the court date, no legal aid Everything's paid, while courts are tyraid If the money ain't made, talkin millions But spendin penny's and gettin cheap shoes from kenny's Chorus Verse three: lord jamar, sadat x Now let's take time out to say peace to the gods (peace) Bust how i release cos this beat is hard We be the squad from raw-taught to rule Take a thought to the top now i drop the jewel I push the cadillac deville and still we real I drive a garbage truck and not give a ........ I need to earn a buck four-a-year I'm thru with buyin wild gear Just somethin i can wear, somethin fly when i'm there Well now we're here to take the gold and the cash 'fore the bill fold I told their ass to chill and they're still cold Frozen cos they're not amongst the chosen one Sun shines like a beacon, similar to howard speake As i receive the mic for the last time, i clear up your past crime All felonies can go, as long as you know Brand nubian will stand, without the use of a band We always work with a plan Chorus (x2) |
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