- Votes:
- Composers:
- Maxwell Dixon
- Brandon Aly
- Jamar Dechalus
- Derek Murphy
- John Walter Bush
- John Bradley Houser
- Kenneth Neil Withrow
- Edie Arlisa Brickell
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- brand nubian
- hiphop
- rap
 
- See also:
Brand Nubian - Slow Down lyrics
[GPM] Hit her, I mean let's hit this
 [??1] That's not straight
 [??2] Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?
 Let's pull it bwoy
 [Grand Puba Maxwell]
 Aiyyo, check this out
 Brand Nubian gettin ready to swing this ep'
 We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex
 We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!
 And my man Ep Rock
 X, kick the flavor for me on this one
 Cause we gettin ready to be out of here in a, sec
 [Derek X/Sadat X]
 Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll
 open your pores cause it's one of my chores
 Kickin beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin rhymes to a schism
 People often wonder and ask..
 Is I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest
 In fact.. they failed the test
 It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular
 My bite is in your neck it's the effect, of Dracula
 Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition
 Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin
 But oh I beg your pardon, the race, is startin
 The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard
 And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day
 The adjective - AMAZING, spelled with an 'A'
 and a 'G' on the end, by usin, my pen
 Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend
 Rhymin was a fad in the days of my dad
 Now MC's is makin G's and goin for bad
 The X in my name makes it, all official
 Am I the King? Well that's the so-called issue
 Rollin off the tongue was the fresh one-liner
 And CB talker was the zero one-niner
 Took a slight drop from the tip of the top
 Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin to clock
 What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine
 Never ate the pig can't deal with the swine
 Keep on, yes my word is bond
 Speakin that knowledge like Farrakhan
 Cause it's ragtime!
 [Grand Puba Maxwell]
 Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!
 Aight now we got Lord J
 Lord J, yo c'mon now
 Kick, the flavor, to this
 Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)
 [Lord Jamar]
 I like to drop bass, cause when it hits, I bounce em
 I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain
 which I contain, to manifest thought
 The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborateBrand Nubian - Slow Down - http://motolyrics.com/brand-nubian/slow-down-lyrics.html
 (Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate
 I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate
 I just get to the bare essential
 Demandin that I talk, of my credentials, cause yo
 I never slept, my mind was in the right place
 Now let's take our steps and retrace
 back to a time, when black was defined
 as Original, God-like, Supreme Divine
 Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin
 There was a void in New York but now it's filled in
 by the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A
 to the R, now say I'm a Star (You a Star, J!)
 Well you can be one too
 Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)
 You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation
 Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome
 Understanding is the manifestation
 And cutural freedom, the final turnout, cause it's ragtime
 [Grand Puba Maxwell]
 That's definitely ragtime
 Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine
 Hit this in the 90's
 Hey yo, bust it (here I go here I go here I go)
 As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza
 Trick ends on my friends, cause Puba's not a miser
 Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer
 I got a little older but a whole lot wiser
 When it comes to shootin ? I'm a damn good shooter
 MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a buddha
 I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism
 Damn I gets busy, though makin rhyme I gets bizm
 Always help another meaning sister or a brother
 Just a little tip I picked up, from my mother
 Smooth as Ali Baba once I week I see the barber
 So honey pucker up cause I'm a DAMN good slobber
 Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard
 So honey, what is it? (What is it?)
 I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading
 You wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding
 I'm hurtin like a blister, confusin like Twister
 Not a only child, four brothers and one sister
 Not a rinky-dinky never snackin on a Twinkie
 When it comes to flexin I can bend like a Slinkie
 So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp
 When brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped
 So smile - here comes the picture - click!
 A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'
 I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes
 Go ? on a Sunday then it's back at work on Monday
 Take my gear to the cleaners, buy pants or a Beamer
 Then I'm out, bangin crackheads, I can do without
 (Definitely, why not Puba? Why why why?) Cause it's ragtime
* ad libs to outro *















