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 kn