punks jump up to get beat down þarký sözü

("get nothin´ but a beat down!")
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punks jump up to get beat down!
("get nothin´ but a beat...")

sadat x:
one 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 wrote.
so this kid with mouth swagger ´n i´ll blaze the cloak and dagger
so i gotta show dukes the macho lot that i am.
i can rock a jam, make the world drop ham,
oh yes, i´m the bad man, and bad men wear black.
and if it comes to droppin´ bombs, yo, i´m with that.
though i can freak, fly, floow, fuck up a faggot.
don´t understand their ways i ain´t down with gays.
you wanna grab the style that was made from my mom and my dad,
when i was young i used to run with a notepad.
then dimes knew and somehow i knew that i was bad to the bone...
black prodigy since the age of twen-ty.
i could write a rhyme, rip it up and 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 wack jam, everybody hit the floor.
okay 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 be....check 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 and that´s bad...similar to the one that i got from my own dad.

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lord jamar:
your punk ass´ll be grass quick fast like my name was flash
when a nigga try and rob me for my cash.
you thought you had a sweet vic, a nice pick,
but you didn´t anticipate that i might be sick.
now who´s the trick, cuz i´m not a up. (no, no-no-no!)
i always do the fuckin´, just might do the buckin´.
i leave my nikes stuck in your rectum, till you learn
brand nubian, yo, you gotta respect ´em.
dissect ´em, yo, our word is bond regardless.
to my what, and do the puma strut.
so step the fuck off, before i punch you in your face,
with the mothafuckin´ bass!
then you´re gonna taste blood in your mouth, it´s gonna flood south
to the ground, and you´re gonna know i don´t fuck around.
so if you think you had two soft newjacks,
we´re gonna have to off you with a few cracks
to the jaw and 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 faggot in the clink, so
i suggest you take your bloody mess and 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 the heads of my foes.
dread flows, gives me power as it grows.
watch how rass-cladda you catch the speed knot,
heed not, and hell will be your home,
lord jamar, sadat, as we swell your dome.

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