Brand Nubian - Back Up Off The Wall lyrics

No, flagro Uh, what!! Yeah, brand nu' comin' through Long island, harlem world, all out, all out Let's talk abou tit What, yeah, now put ya hands up Uh, what, now put ya hands up Put ya hands up Now get ya back up off the wall [sadat x] I'm better feeling than running raw Chain gang link i need a shrink What y'all n***az think i'ma do when i get real money Iano keys played in series Peace to lil' cease Microphone track board, loose chord, oh lord Promo number one sadat x had a grenade And the have next day i smashed the sh** allie played Now we delayed by ninety days You better find me anyways You better return to the terrordome, ain't nobody home Non-haters play the corner in the elevator Crash crews smack the open palm so you don't bruise You push a bu*ton and what happens nothing I push one and there's a man with a gun in the doorway I'm in 4a, i been in there all day I had some smokes, some b**hes and chicken on a slab There's enough for everybody so y'all n***az don't grab Chorus: loon Come on, come on, come on, yo So get your back up off the wall What, i said dance, come on, come on So put your hands up Stop frontin and pop somethin Cornball n***az stay frontin ain't got nothin Mad cause the life i lead, twice ya speed Brown-skinned mami, that's the wife i need Light that weed, front n***a might just bleed Tryin to ball with y'all but i might just flee [lord jamar] The second coming of christ I'll make you run for your life It's like a gun up against a knife You can never win, when we fight to the end I'm tight with the pen Don't be going off the head, cause they be blown off the head And showin off the sk**s of the mentally dead I do the knowledge before any words get said Herbs get me red, hold on, simply red Pimps be dead in rap, everybody's fed with that Y'all could go ahead with that I'm trying to show you where my head is at Dread be the positive black Drop the b, you get lack See you when you get back Lyrical three-pack, spiritual miracle Uhh, lord jamar the imperial Microphone serial k**er, urban guerilla You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap sh** seriosu Slap the taste out of your mouth, then break out Chorus [grand puba] Now i'ma put a rush up on mola**es Breeze on through like easy pa**es Wiggle more a**es than aerobic cla**es El kabong, my people blaze them trees up like cheech and chong Get that a** open like a pair of bu*t cheeks in thong For sure dog, i don't mean to come off pushy Blaze your party hot, and have it smelling like d'bussy Spit my phlegm and drop my gem Collect my wins and copy the benz with the icy rims I be dramatical, mathematical, radical thriller The mic k**a wreckin more sh** than godzilla Matter of fact i'm more iller, knock your sh** off the pillar The four-wheeler touched every flava but vanilla You know my name, my game, so shorty shake that thang I get you open like them ball-head n***az on rogaine Spit my flow all the way from new ro' To acapulco, white poos brown like cocoa Flip flows def like so so Chorus