Allah U Akbar

Verse One: Sadat X
 This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
 But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
 The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah
 Give the question, I'm tired of brothers guessin
 The Nubian brought the X a lot of fame
 But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended
 That ain't the plan I had and shit like that ain't intended
 For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants
 Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance
 Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac
 I got a three-oh, so P.O. step back
 I'm with the uptown baldies, kids that were Lords
 Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds
 Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses
 Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks
 Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof
 New York I got the grip, I told ya I told ya
 This means war, as if by Sister Souljah
 To think that the X would ever take a fall
 After gettin all of this, man you're crazy
 The only way I'd fall is if I got fat and lazy
 And I won't cause I work real hard
 Wake up in the morning at the hour of God and make beats
 Later hit the streets for some forty-fifth sweets
 So all y'all been told, black youth essential
 From the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residential
 That the God, rocks real hard
 Verse Two: Lord Jamar
 God damn right, the L-O-R-D, J-A-M-A-R
 Says peace and Allah U Akbar
 Back like a motherfuckin head to crack
 Brand Nubian tracks are filled with black facts
 Now I ain't Humpty Dumpty chump, see
 I ain't fallin, you can go call in
 All the king's horses and all the king's men
 Try to knock me off you never see another day again
 My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready
 And my scope with the laser beam steady
 So if you're feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck
 How could I kill a man, well I just don't give a fuck, so
 Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock
 With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten
 We're bound to win, cause God don't like ugly
 You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged G
 I don't wanna be the man, I just wanna make jams
 Cuttin sharp like Edward Scissorhands
 It's ninety-two and of course we grew seeds
 they're planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew
 And if you're thinking that we're a hoe in the game
 We gettin wreck to your brain