All For One Lyrics by Brand Nubian

All For One Lyrics

    Verse One: Grand Puba

    I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin
    Quick to toast an MC just like an english muffin
    Don't worry about a thing cause the Puba's never bluffin
    I gets headaches from the wack, so then I take a Bufferin and I max
    I wait until the opportune time and then I tax
    But should I max?
    Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess I'm not a sinner
    Beginnings is for beginners so I guess I'm no beginner
    This is how I spark it, with money in my pocket
    When it comes to having pressure I gets hard as a rocket
    MC Grand Pu, coming through all the residue
    The songs remain classics, dating back to the Babalu
    My boys I call em hot, the phones all of them jock
    And I can think of many episodes I swung in Lincoln Park
    No I'm not a phony and I got a tenderoni
    Love the way she is -- not too fat, not too bony
    Don't drink Sanka, won't sink like a tanker
    Knock the boots of a skirt in Casablanca and I thank her
    Some rappers stink, like Englebert Humperdink
    Better yet Dick Caveat, I got a bad habit
    Similar to the girl, on She's Gotta Have It
    I think with the brain and I whip behind the zipper
    I'm living kinda good similar to Jack Tripper
    A landlord named Roper did a show at the Copa
    When I finish with this, I'll be paid like Oprah
    So if honey wants to act fly
    I'll just play like Guy and I'm [saying bye bye..]
    [.. dumb bitch] Stick out your thumb and hitch
    cause you've been cut off like a lightswitch
    See I'm programmed to slam with the summer, spring, and fall
    Before I do a show I get some kicks out the mall
    Then I get my gear and I give Trev a call
    Cause he works in the barbershop, right behind the mall
    Other rappers tried to rob me but you know they got did
    To put it blunt, honey I smoked the kids
    So hookers back off break North here comes the regulator
    Cause you doesn't find none greater

    Verse Two: Derek X (now Sadat X)

    On file is a style that's why you caught a clip
    My suitcases is packed and I'm going on a trip to Mic-a-delphia
    I go for self and still be slamming
    The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming
    for the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
    I cut you with my verbal didn't hurt you just a nick
    off your face don't play possum
    watch me and I'll blossom like a rose
    And get some new clothes and a fresh fade from Rob
    Jump on the phone and dial the Now Rule Mob
    Now come one, come all, we about to get hectic
    If my crew don't get in, then the x makes an exit
    to the rear, I'm outta here, don't front on my brothers
    I take care of them before I take care of others
    Now wood bats is doomed in the ninties it's aluminum
    Step to the stage with a mic and I'm doing him something awful
    I'm a citizen and I'm lawful
    I go to hunt another fall, rip the policemen's ball
    I got the power to make a car stall
    I guess I'm great, from blackness, and when the crowd slackens
    I stop drinking, and then I start thinking
    About days in the past when Derek X was last
    but now I'm on the top damn news travels fast
    cuz I'm like that! They can't see this
    Read my book, it contains many pieces of verses
    I took the time to delete all the curses
    So moms reach deep in your purses
    And buy me take me home and try me and do me well

    Verse Three: Lord Jamar

    Well, while I reign rhymes pour
    You suck it up like a straw and jump on the dancefloor
    Cause every time I step in a jam
    I make like a door and slam
    But then girls try to turn my knob cause I'm a hearthrob
    I guess it's just a hazard that comes with the job
    Cause everytime I rock a rhyme that shows Jamar is intellectual
    Girls want to get sexual
    Well I guess I have to cope with being so dope
    You want to be me, but can't see me with a telescope
    You seek and search but still you can't find
    You're weak and it hurts to be deaf dumb and blind
    A supreme mind, will take you out of your paralysis
    I grip the mic so tight I get callouses
    And your analysis, is that the Lord
    Rips rhymes into shape with a mic cord
    I do it good cause I'm a postive black man
    Eating up suckers as if I was Pac Man
    Not a Dapper Dan fan I stay casual
    To rock like the J it comes gradual
    You got to know the ledge of wise and dumb
    And understand your culture of freedom
    Power equally with the Gods
    so you can build and form your cipher
    All your life you must teach true
    Of the true and living God, not a mystery spook
    And when you do that, pursue that goal
    which made the student enroll, and only then you'll prosper

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