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Brand Nubian

Brand Nubian is an American hip hop group from New Rochelle, New York, consisting of three MC's: Grand Puba (born Maxwell Dixon, on March 4, 1966), Sadat X (formerly Derek X, born Derek Murphy, on December 29, 1968) and Lord Jamar (born Lorenzo Dechalus, on September 17, 1968), and two DJs: DJ Alamo and DJ Sincere. Its debut album, One for All is one of the most popular and acclaimed alternative hip hop albums of the 1990s, known for socially conscious and politically charged content inspired by the teachings of the Nation of Gods and Earths.About.com placed the group on its list of the "25 Greatest Rap Groups of All Time." more »

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1993

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Cool-ass Al, he got a badge from the neighborhood yo 
Fly police car, the ninety-two model, now check it out 
Now Al used to rob, used to smoke, used to steal 
And he rolled a mean game of dice 
A factor boostin' he was nice as he proved on the daily tip 
At Macy's, he and this kid up in Lacy's 
Throw his head to blow when he turned into a Fed 
I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his head 
There's two fit ill, glock cops, with passion 
Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes 
Another brother, a sister or somebody's pops 
And when I see Al, he never stops 
Unless it's to make an arrest 
He can't kick it, unless he writes a ticket 
He got a nasty way, attitude everyday 
It makes me kinda mad cause I really can't hit him 
But brothers scheamin' to get him 

(Shoot 'I'm inna de busta bumba claat) 

At any level the worst devil is a black one 
And if you see one you gots to attack 'um 
One day, I had the cell lit, up on Lewis Park 
Cool Al appears, backs up, fresh Clarks 
It's a hot day black, and the sun's beamin' down 
But I gotta get on the ground? 
You're, sworn to whitey, do you think that you're mighty? 
You take the honor of bein' the black Bull Carter 
It's a shame cause use done out your righteous name 
For a little rank and more fame 
You're whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump 
So instead of warnin' brothers, better hide and take the picture 
You know the brothers want to hit ya 

("Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!") 

So carry your gun, especially off duty 
Don't forget that there's a price on the booty 
Hidin' upstate won't make you safe 
By the way, are you of Christian faith? 
Then prepare to meet your Mystery, become a place in history 
Force come shot down with some brothers from Uptown 
And if we're not totally through 
Then you'll be left black and blue 
Man these black ones is just as bad as the motherfuckin' white ones 
They get a bullshit badge, and think that they God 
But yo I ain't havin' that shit, I put a hole in they fuckin' ass 
Then they see who's God 
Comin' in our midst causin' this motherfuckin' confusion? 
I send that ass back to the essence quick fast 

I knew a cop named Roy, a good nigga boy 
To pull the trigger on another brother was a joy boy 
Didn't give a f*ck if your face was black 
He'll blow out your back, and say you sold crack 
He'll see you in your car and don't like your look 
He got beef with gold teeth so now you're a crook 
Flash the lights, pull to the right 
Put up a fight, well say night night, cause Roy boy might 
pull out the heater, for him there's nuttin' sweeter 
Eight to your head, from his nine millimeter 
Roy had a thing about young black males 
He want to see em dead or either locked in jail 
Down with every drug bust, for him it was a lust 
Kickin' down doors is like dickin' down whores 
I remember when he was a rookie, a tough cookie 
Beatin' down kids for playin' hookie 
You see Roy is the type of ne-gro 
With a alter-ego that's illegal 
He like shakin' down niggaz on the block 
Take you face down, let you hear the sound of the hammer cock! 
No need to fill out a report 
'Cause everybody know Roy doesn't get caught 
Now he's feeling like Superman 
To the trooper stand, with an Uzi in his hand 
Now Roy's gotta answer 
The pig's gonna get smoked like cancer, sticks 
For all the tricks that Roy's ever played 

Toy with the wrong nigga, boy you get, sprayed 
For all the fucked up shit, that you put a brother through 
Black man, learn to love you 
'Cause even if you're dead, me and my crew 
Will beat you in your head, and leave your ass full of lead 
Black and blue

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