punk是jump up to get beat down

Get nothin but a beat
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat
One day when I was ridin on the train
I seen these two kids talkin about the Nubian reign had fallen
I didnt 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 Ill blaze the cloak an dagger
So I gotta show Dukes the macho lot, that I am
I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham
Oh yes, Im the bad man an bad men wear black
An if it comes to droppin bombs, yo, Im with that
Though I can freak, fly, flow, **** up a fagot
Dont understand their ways, I aint 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 bone
Black 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 s*it, Bronx crowd roar
Stick up your whack jam, everybody hit the floor
Okay its you, Slim, the hard rock of the pack
Dont wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin
Bust some s*it in his chest, now his whole bodys swollen
Why did I have to do it? He asked for it
His man saw it, so it dont mean s*it to me
Hes gone, thats how its supposed to be
Check it out now
I aint goin out, man, that short s*it is dead
Have you heard what I said? If not, ask the dread
He got a can an thats bad
Similar to the one that I got from my own dad
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat
Im like **** in ya ass, quick fast like my name was Flash
When a ***** try an rob me for my cash
You thought you had a sweet Vic, a nice pick
But you didnt anticipate that I might be sick
Now whos the trick, cuz Im not a up
I always do the f****n, if I have to do the buckin
I leave my Nikes stuck in your rectum, til you learn
Brand Nubian, yo, you gotta respect em
Dissect em, yo, our word is bond regardless
To my what an do the Puma strut
So step the **** off, before I punch you in your face
With the m *******kin bass
Then youre gonna taste blood in your mouth
Its gonna flood south to the ground
An youre gonna know I dont **** around
So if you think you had two soft new jacks
Were gonna have to off you with a few cracks
To the jaw an you wont pop that s*it no more
Explainin to your friends why youre layin on the floor
Did you want some more? I didnt think so
Just got whipped, like a fagot in the clink
So I suggest you take your bloody mess
An find a piece of wire, fix your broken jaw
Then its time to retire, Lord Jamar will live long
Cuz I give strong blows to the heads of my foes
Dread 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 dome
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat
Punks jump up to get beat down
Get nothin but a beat