Punks Jump up to Get Beat Down

I get nothin' but abuse

Punks jump up to get beat down

I get nothin' but abuse

Punks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but abuse

Punks jump up to get beat down

I get nothin' but abuse

Punks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but abuse

One day when I was ridin' on the train

I seen these two kids talkin'

'Bout the Nubian reign had fallen

I didn't say nothin' 'cause these kids got my goat

Even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote

So this kid with mouth swagger now plays 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, hey, I'm with that

Though I can freak, fly, flow, rip up a party

Dance all night, and at the end caught a body

You wanna doubt the style that was made from my mom and my dad?

When I was young, I used to run with a notepad

Then time flew and 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 and write a next one

Right on the spot, sign my name with a dot

Diamond D threw me a smooth beat, 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 holdin'

Bust something good 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 jack 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 style is dead

Have you heard what I said? If not, ask the dread

He got a cannon that's bad

Similar to the one that I got from my own dad

Punks jump up to get beat down

I get nothin' but abuse

Punks jump up to get beat down

I get nothin' but abuse

Punks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but abuse

Punks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but abuse

Ya punk **** will be grass, quick fast like my name was Flash

When a sucka 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? 'Cause I'm not a ho

No, no-no-no

I always do the sellin' if I gotta do the swellin'

My Nike's will be smelling your rectum, till you learn

Brand Nubian, yo, you gotta respect 'em

Dissect 'em, yo, our word is bond, regardless

To whom or what, now do the Puma strut

And step the hell off, before I punch you in your face

With the goddamn 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 play around

So if you think you had two soft new jacks

We're gonna have to off you with a few cracks

To the jaw and you won't pop that junk no more

Explainin' to you punk friends, you're layin' on the floor

Did you want some more? I didn't think so

Just got whipped like a sissy 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

'Cause 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, and Hell will be your home

Lord Jamar, Sadat, as we swell your dome

Punks jump up to get beat down

I get nothin' but abuse

Punks jump up to get beat down

Get nothin' but abuse

Punks jump up to get beat down

I get nothin' but abuse

Punks jump up to get beat down

I get nothin' but abuse