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
