[Verse 1: 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 because the Puba's never bluffing
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?
They say sinning is for sinners so I guess I'm not a sinner
Beginning's for beginners so I guess I'm no beginner
This is how I spark it, puts loot in my pocket
When it comes to having pleasure I gets hard as a rocket
MC Grand Pu coming through on the residue
The songs remain classics dating back to the Babalu
My boys I call 'em Akh, the foes I let 'em 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
Won't drink Sanka, won't sink like a tanker
Knock the boots off a skirt in Casablanca and I thank her
Some rappers stink like Engelbert Humperdinck
Better yet Dick Cavett, I got a bad habit
Similar to the girl on She's Gotta Have It
I think with the brain and not what’s behind the zipper
I'm living kinda good similar to Jack Tripper
A landlord named Roper did a show at the Copa
When I'm finished 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 see ya later
Here comes the one and there’s no one greater
I'm programmed to slam, winter, summer, spring or 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, no front, honey I shrunk the kids
So bookers back off, break North here, comes the regulator
Betcha that you find none greater
So Alamo tell me what ya gonna do
Because its:
One for all
Once again
Brand Nubian

[Verse 2: Sadat X]
As I plugged in my next thought while waiting for the mental
Turned to God Shaquan who was next to me and said yo
Does a crowd think that I can't top the verse
Off of one Brand Nubian, world outburst
So my shit be so tight sometimes it go back to dates and times
When dimes was fatter than they is right now
I got some loaded totes and I came to wreck the crowd
Whole crews and mobs come to Nubian jams
Some bring tape recorders and others bring mini cams
Some pay the fee while others wait for I
Fifty deep and everyone gets into me, the shit is fly
Off my Nubian band we'll sweep across the land
Smack promoters on the hand
I'll say yo raise get my loot
The summer's almost over, it's almost time for the boot
Made a mob to the circle dancin' back in the days
A lighter skinnier version of the one Isaac Hayes
Now the uptown blocks can reach the uptown fox
Sadat X with the baldy, Lord Jamar with the locks
My demeanor is much cleaner than most
Am I the perfect host?
You answer while I finish up my stanza
Due to situations I see that things have changed
I wanna be prepared more or less than being scared
If it's a free for all brawl then let the X get his props
From sandals to high tops, young kids to grand pops
All know the flow that was brought forth yo
On porch we gots to chill, let's retake Lincoln Hill
And the west in the park
Peace to Mark Da Spark and the rest of the rude boys chillin'
I wanna say peace to the Gods
Word is bond
One for all
Once again
Brand Nubian

[Verse 3: Lord Jamar]
Well, well I reign, I maintain
After seven and one half ounces of brain
Control, what rolls off my tongue
Kick a little step as the F gets swung
Now girls try to tackle me and put me in a headlock
So they could touch the dreadlock
But no need to gaffle me, you don't have to steal
So you could feel the bedrock
"Tick tock you don't stop"
Nevers done desist, I'm gonna call a cop or get pissed
For fly girls, or gold swatch
Cause you know, Bob the mihadji or Sadat
I gotta do my new gears to add on
I waited for this opportunity mad long
To do this on a math scale
Added em up, I ain’t down to fail
I followed a path of those who chose themselves
To be one of the chosen few
View from the third eye’s clear
To steer right not wrong well here’s what you gotta do
Ya gotta know the ledge to wise the dumb
And understand your culture of freedom
Power equally with the Gods
So you can build and born your cipher
All your life you save a plant’s seeds
In the soil of the earth that’s what she needs
And together we’ll uphold the six sexillion tons
One for all, and all for one
One for all
Once again
Brand Nubian