Brand Nubian Straight Outta Now Rule Lyrics

Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin' cool
We drop a jewel and never stoppin' what we do
Always do what we must, everything that we touch

A lot of y'all *****s is 85th, on some shady ****
Bark is much worse than your bite like a baby pit
In the pitch dark of the night you's afraid to get exposed
Like the sunlight which rose in the morning
Froze in a gunfight, forcing those who run with you to reevaluate affiliations
We salivate from hunger, placed in ****ed up situations
And wonder when retaliation will occur
Build destroy H-he or her
It's time to fill the void, *****s kill the noise
To the young boys, you ****in' with a grown-*** man
Watch your tone or get acquainted with the back of my hand
Nubian Brand steadily influencin' fans
For other rappers we gon' ruin your plans
What we doin' stands as a motto
Like Grace Jones' nipple to the bottle
We pioneer and never follow
We're out for the lion's share now watch me take it there

Yeah, my verbal clarity speaks for my popularity
Sell five million CDs and give the proceeds to my favorite charity
Son, I ain't gonna super splash you with no Fantasy Island ****
I mean I work hard for what I got and I be thankful for what I get
And if you practice, spit your verbs properly, not sloppily
Like monopoly, you can end up with cheese, whips and property
Oh damn, silly of me, I forgot to let y'all know
It's one thing you should never do in this game and that's sell your soul
I make a lot of sense then I go and make the dollars
Work hard like blue collars, ghetto scholars is hard to follow
*****s say it's real rough today and I say what you say
They promised me forty acres and a mule and all I got was a project and a subway
I stay positive, *****s mistake that for not hard
***** I'm God, walk through North America like Master Farrad
Me and my squad, separating the peas from the pod
No bodyguard, **** around and roll a tank through your yard

[Chorus]

Yeah
Man, these ****-in-the-butt rappers could get shot in the face
Dragged through the streets and probably left some place
I seem shootouts in the park
Ball games turned tragic, ***** *****s gettin' smacked and smacked again
In front of they girl, and she's throwing away that ***
And I ain't really asked for it 'cause a lot of *****s tore it
And yes, my man Hav had bought me something from VA
I was gonna hit him with doe but he ain't reall want no shorts
'cause we had worked together and he knew I was true blue
Man, I swore I would never go to VA again
Until I found out who killed my best friend
I can tell by the wind somebody's gettin' ready to bend
They lifestyle's bout to end
I'm in these African cabs on stores run by the Arabs
With pictures of yen, seem like they schemin'
Herculoid cats get flattened and reduced to pitchin'
That girl gave you crabs but I can't explain those scabs

Ha ha, where we at? Flash one-time

[Chorus: x2]

Ha, '98, too soon
Brand Nubian, what?

Written by: Derek Murphy, Lorenzo Dechalus, Maxwell Dixon, Robert A. Hall
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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