K.M.D. - Nitty Gritty lyrics

Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah! Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man Yo, peace, god, D-Black Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob Ay-yo, ain't them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact? Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians? Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that? The Five Percent and the Ansaar together? That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god [Zev Love X] Check it out! Born again, my soul then, blends K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends X tends to grip palm in cousin calm In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin' As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? [Naaah] Good guessin' - switch the pitch up Another session from the infamous God Squad See, we's all peas in the same pod, god On and upright, getting downright knit With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit' Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door Preaching the Lord to change your life around I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max! [Grand Puba Maxwell] God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline Quick to help another, cause I know I'mma get mine Build-Powers think they hard, but they k**in' they own kind Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher Or you can use the next plan Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties... "Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!" Put some clothes on that behind And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust Which is crazier than a bag of dust So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me [Onyx the Birthstone Kid] Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are Frontin' out there, god Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits But when the news hits, everybody catch fits He gets mad, but still at home we sits Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live But some funk while I strive See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health See I build with the Nubians I chill with I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat The devil man in this land, he won't allow that So brother man, I don't wanna bust you But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you? Know'm sayin'? [Lord Jamar] Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial It's like this... Life's hardships Stones are placed and one must face trips Falls and spills and k**s and cause mishaps These are some of his traps But I got a j**el which needs no gift wrap So just receive, believe when shown the light The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross Do for self, k** that "Yes, sir, boss!" and When you do, from the other you won't beg Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg Arm supreme Head And instead Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'? You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt Cause when you stop tryin' that Makes victory exempt from your cipher The life you lead is not hype The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know So, get up and go Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker! Know'm sayin, that's the knowledge of self And do for self! Black man gotta move on... Ayo Subroc! [Subroc] I see some so dense Man, from head to toe they're full of lead I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead So I talked, chilled, before I flipped! Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped Back to the roots I am, that I am a king Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black State of mind ain't like mine I got soul that you lack Each one teach in every town, we like that The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix Get a clue, or get the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6 "All gods, and children of the Most High" Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie I AM that I AM good night, divine evil's the bullseye Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right? [Sadat X] Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this: It's a modern type of style, look at what I did A devil still can't build a pyramid I dug a - tunnel to Asia Wrote a speech with a laser Rush your brain with a [???] strain A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread [? He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed The city {???] suspension?], and I forgot to mention That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst The Black man is first I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels Bust it! [Everyone] Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'? It's time to build, it's time to build... We gotta raise up the dead... Word is bond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light You know what I'm saying? True indeed... Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty...