Текст песни K.M.D. f Busta Rhymes, Lord Jamar, Sadat - Nitty Gritty (Dog Spelled Backwards Mix)
K.M.D. f Busta Rhymes, Lord Jamar, Sadat - Nitty Gritty (Dog Spelled Backwards Mix) слова песни
[ * also appears on The Best of K.M.D. ][ Zev Love X ]This is a re-mix!(To what?)It`s is a RE-MIX!(To what?)IT`S A REMIX!Let`s get right down to(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty) --> MC Lyte(Let`s get right down to the nitty gritty) --> Tim Dog[ Zev Love X ]Born again, a soul bend blendsK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friendsX-tends to grip palm and causin calm inHis knowledge of self, so commence to bombinAs alarmin as a beep from your beeperWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the sun, you sleeperYou don`t wants get woke by the wolf, does ya?(Naaah...) Good guessinSwitch the pitch up, another sessionFrom the infamous God SquadYou see, we`s all peas in the same pod, god-od after 7, my attribute is -evenMy tolerance is gone and my word is bondYou see the Nitwits knockinPreach, "the Lord`ll change your life around"I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptownGive him a pound, it`s no puzzle, they mustaBeen guzzlin that 85 proof, ask Busta[ Busta Rhymes ]Question number one, how can you go wrong?K.M.D., can I sing this song? (Sho` nuff)The nitty gritty, do the nitty grittyGet on down and let`s do the nitty grittyBusta Rhymes from the top of Chill CityFlippin on the rhythm, showin you that I get busyStand up for the right of the young and the wittyMovin inconspicuous like a baby kittyMoved to the Island and I left the urban cityWhylin in the Island till I find a young bittyBaby doll, well, I never ever fallHard, let the God Squad in the dancehallK.M.D., Brand NubianLeaders Of The New School always be chillinHold up, so I can get illyFirst to interfer here and I`m comin back sillyNow I feel the vibes of the choco in the PhillyYou know you can`t fuck because we rippin it, SmittyI know you love this song ( ? ) to the break of dawnOnyx, god, tell me what is going on?[ Onyx the Birthstone Kid ]What, what goes? As far as I know, see, brosAre havin trouble knowin who`s friends and who`s foesThe worst devil is a black devilBecause you come disguised as a wolf in sheep`s clothesLike Preacher Porkchop who keeps the church clappinMo` comes the money, mo` money got him yappinHe sucks your bucks, so his pockets fattenHe`s got some guts, he pimp-struts up to StatenIsland, I be chillin in Long Island, Long BeachHippin gods to they culture with the strong speechI build with the Nubians I chill withI fill with my zig-zag-zigI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fatThe devil man in this land, he won`t allow thatSo brother man, I don`t wanna bust youBut if you don`t know the devil, gee, I can`t trust you[ Onyx ]Knowmsayin, manYou just can`t brothers who don`t know what time it is[ Zev Love X ]True indeed, true indeed, yoSo Lord J[ Lord Jamar ]Yo, that`s true indeedAnd I know the time of the dayLord Jamar goes like this[ Lord Jamar ]Life`s hardshipsStones are placed and one must face tripsFalls and spills to kills and cause mishapsThese are some of his trapsBut I got a jewel that needs no gift wrapSo just receive, believe when shown the lightThe devil gets left, the gods gotta get rightTo the source of our loss, stop wearin the crossDo for self, kill that "Yes, sir, boss," andWhen you do, from the other you won`t begCan`t you see my brother, you`re the Arma-Legga-LegArm, supreme Head, and insteadOf relyin, why don`t you start tryin?You say try is to fail, I say try is an attemptCause when you stop tryin that makes victory exemptFrom your cipher, the life you lead is not hypeThe blackman was not born to be a gutter snipeOr an alley cat, you should be steppin to the rally fatNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you knowSo, get up and go, get yourself a book ofLife instead of living life like a hookerGet some knowledge of self and do for selfYo man, brothers ain`t tryin to check it out... you know what I`m sayin?Crack, crack them skulls, man[ Subroc ]I see some so crazy deathsMen, from head to toe they`re full of leadI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort insteadSo I taught children `fore I flippedCause in actuality my man`s mentality was strippedI dipped back to the roots, I am a king with ranksCream in the coffee, clay thing - no thanksWhy play the role like all silly teens?I`m the black bowling ball knockin pins to smithereensEach teach in every town, relate thatThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don`t play thatCoon, jiggaboo, Uncle Toms in the mixGive me a (woof!) in reverse, Psalms 82 and 6"All gods, and children of the Most High"Cave-guys still fry in the sun, don`t denyI got a third eye sight vibe that don`t lieI am the lion, goodnight, defyin evil`s the bull`s eye[ Sadat X ]It`s like this... (and my word is bond)This is a modern type of style, look at what I didA devil still can`t build a pyramidI dug a tunnel to Asia, wrote a speech with a laserRush your brain with a new genetic strainThe god in god`s clothing, and the devil`s loathingGot enemies, but I really don`t give a damnI smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of hamDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor`s natty dreadHe got a ( ? ), used to be a foot fet`The city ( ? ) and I forgot to mentionThat I`m the word buff, yes, enough is enoughZig-zag-zig, watch the blackman get big and burstThe blackman is firstI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devilsWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty, and my)(The nitty gritty, and my)(The nitty gritty, and my word is bond)(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty and my)(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty and my)(The nitty gritty)(The nitty gritty and my)(The nitty gritty, and my word is bond)