Intro/Chorus: (x2)

"Word is bond, we got it goin on

"C'mon throw ya hands in the air

Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn

in the air, in the air

It's like that y'all, ya don't stop

C'mon throw ya hands in the air

Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot"

in the air, in the air"

Verse One: Lord Jamar, Sadat X

Whenever ya hear the piece of the track, peace to the black

peeps on the streets with the beats in the jeeps

Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law

It's the G-O-D, my delivery is C-O-D

Word is bond and bond is life

We got it goin on tonight, don't nobody wanna fight

they wanna see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke

Utilisin the effects of the smoke

More cash to smash to make the blunt last

Fill it with hash til it pass, don't even ask in the Flat'

Put ass in a grip, flags is half-mast

Somebody must've passed, we're makin your ass drip into the stands

Fold my cash at last, my task to teach the class

and receive somethin more than brass is a blast

Make a brother work hard, long and fast......

Chorus (x2)

Verse Two: Lord Jamar, Sadat X

Dreadlock, I send a rock from my block

Clock wax like crack, samplin from old stacks

That's where the soul's at, in this whole rap universe

We kick the funky tunes with a burst

Sun, moon and star, *?Sunbumba?* Jamar

To get me in the flow, now I'm read' to go

Set to show, everybody in the party that we're nice

wit out sippin on Bacardi and ice

The southpaw, ask your ma, I be the shinin star

No matter who you are, no matter who