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Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Down

Get nothin' but a beatPunks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beat

Punks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beatPunks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beat

Punks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beatOne day when I was ridin' on the train

I seen these two kids talkin' about the Nubian reign had fallen

I didn't say nothin', 'cuz these kids caught my goat

Even wore my coat like a murder that they wroteSo this kid with mouth, swagger 'n I'll blaze the cloak an' dagger

So I gotta show Duke's the macho lot, that I am

I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham

Oh yes, I'm the bad man an' bad men wear black

An' if it comes to droppin' bombs, yo, I'm with thatThough I can freak, fly, flow, fuck up a fagot

Don't understand their ways, I ain't down with gays

You wanna grab the style that was made from my mom an' my dad

When I was young, I used to run with a notepad

Then dimes knew an' somehow I knew that I was bad to the boneBlack prodigy since the age of twenty

I could write a rhyme, rip it up an' write a next one

Right on the spot, sign my name with a dot

Diamond D threw me some smooth shit, Bronx crowd roar

Stick up your whack jam, everybody hit the floorOkay it's you, Slim, the hard rock of the pack

Don't wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin'

Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen

Why did I have to do it? He asked for it

His man saw it, so it don't mean shit to me

He's gone, that's how it's supposed to beCheck it out now

I ain't goin' out, man, that short shit is dead

Have you heard what I said? If not, ask the dread

He got a can an' that's bad

Similar to the one that I got from my own dadPunks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beat

Punks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beatPunks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beat

Punks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beatI'm like dick in ya ass, quick fast like my name was Flash

When a nigga try an' rob me for my cash

You thought you had a sweet Vic, a nice pick

But you didn't anticipate that I might be sickNow who's the trick, 'cuz I'm not a up

I always do the fuckin', if I have to do the buckin'

I leave my Nikes stuck in your rectum, 'til you learn

Brand Nubian, yo, you gotta respect 'emDissect 'em, yo, our word is bond regardless

To my what an' do the Puma strut

So step the fuck off, before I punch you in your face

With the mothafuckin' bassThen you're gonna taste blood in your mouth

It's gonna flood south to the ground

An' you're gonna know I don't fuck around

So if you think you had two soft new jacks

We're gonna have to off you with a few cracksTo the jaw an' you won't pop that shit no more

Explainin' to your friends why you're layin' on the floor

Did you want some more? I didn't think so

Just got whipped, like a fagot in the clinkSo I suggest you take your bloody mess

An' find a piece of wire, fix your broken jaw

Then it's time to retire, Lord Jamar will live long

'Cuz I give strong blows to the heads of my foesDread flows, gives me power as it grows

Watch how rass cladda, you catch the speed knot

Heed not an' Hell will be your home

Lord Jamar, Sadat, as we swell your domePunks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beat

Punks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beatPunks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beat

Punks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but a beat

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