Allah U Akbar

Lyrics

[Chorus x4] "Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops" "Kick a little step as the Ep gets swung" [Verse 1: Sadat X] Yo, this is the stick-up boom music for styles to flow free Did y'all know it's me or could you tell by the speed? The Deuce Crew of the new, yeah, makes the whole shit clear, yeah Give the question, I'm tired of brothers guessin' The Nubian name brought the X a lot of fame But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended? That ain't the plan I had, shit like that ain't intended For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance Got a backpack with a fat stack of fact I got a three-oh, so P.O. step back I'm with the uptown baldies, kids that were low once I kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds Whole blocks come for classes Kids with contacts, kids with glasses Hard-rock punks, crack-heads and even drunks Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof New York, I got the grip - I told ya, I told ya This means war, as said by Sister Souljah To think that the X would ever take a fall after gettin' all of this? Man, you're crazy! The only way I'd fall is if I got fat and lazy And I won't 'cause I work real hard Wake up in the mornin' at the hour of God and make beats Later, hit the streets for some 45th sweets So all y'all been told, black youth essential From the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residential That the God rocks real hard (1, 2, 3, 4, hit it!) [Chorus x4] "Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops" "Kick a little step as the Ep gets swung" [Verse 2: Lord Jamar] Goddamn right, the L-O-R-D J-A-M-A-R Says peace and Allah U Akbar Back like a motherfuckin' head to crack Brand Nubian tracks are filled with black facts Now, I ain't Humpty Dumpty, chump See, I ain't fallin', you can go callin' All the King's horses and all the King's men Try to knock me off, you'll never see another day again My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready And my scope with the laser beam steady So if you're feelin' lucky, then come and catch a buck How could I kill a man? Well, I just don't give a fuck So check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock With my bald head, A-alike the tongue twin We're bound to win 'cause God don't like ugly You get slugged, rushed, raped, robbed and mugged, G I don't wanna be the man, I just wanna make jams Cuttin' sharp like Edward Scissorhands It's '92 and of course we grew seeds They're planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew And if you're thinkin' that we're a hoe in the game We gettin' wreck to your brain (to your brain...) [Chorus x4] "Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops" "Kick a little step as the Ep gets swung"