Brand Nubian, Loon - Back Up Off the Wall lyrics

No, Flagro uh, what!
Yeah, Brand Nu' comin' through
Long Island, Harlem World, all out, all out
Let's talk about it
What, yeah, now put ya hands up
Uh, what, now put ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Now get ya back up off the wall

I'm better feeling than running raw
Chain gang link I need a shrink
What y'all niggas think I'ma do
When I get real money
Piano keys played in series
Peace to Lil' Cease
Microphone track board, loose chord, oh Lord
Promo number one Sadat X had a grenade
And the have next day I
Smashed the shit Allie played
Now we delayed by ninety days
You better find me anyways


You better return to the Terrordome
Ain't nobody home
Non haters play the corner in the elevator
Crash crews smack the open palm
So you don't bruise
You push a button and what happens nothing
I push one and there's a man
With a gun in the doorway
I'm in 4A, I been in there all day
I had some smokes
Some bitches and chicken on a slab
There's enough for everybody so
Y'all niggas don't grab

Come on, come on, come on, yo
So get your back up off the wall
What, I said dance, come on, come on
So put your hands up
Stop frontin' and pop somethin'
Cornball niggas stay frontin'
Ain't got nuthin'
Mad cause the life I lead, twice ya speed
Brown-skinned mami, that's the wife I need
Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed
Tryin' to ball with y'all but
I might just flee

The second coming of Christ
I'll make you run for your life
It's like a gun up against a knife
You can never win, when we fight to the end
I'm tight with the pen
Don't be going off the head
Cause they be blown off the head
And showin off the skills
Of the mentally dead
I do the knowledge before any words get said
Herbs get me red, hold on, Simply Red
Pimps be dead in rap
Everybody's fed with that
Y'all could go ahead with that
I'm trying to show you where my head is at
Dread be the positive black
Drop the B, you get lack
See you when you get back
Lyrical three pack, spiritual miracle
Uhh, Lord Jamar the imperial
Microphone serial killer, urban guerilla
You acting mysterious
We out to take this rap shit serious
Slap the taste out of your mouth
Then break out

Come on, come on, come on, yo
So get your back up off the wall
What, I said dance, come on, come on
So put your hands up
Stop frontin' and pop somethin'
Cornball niggas stay frontin'
Ain't got nuthin'
Mad cause the life I lead, twice ya speed
Brown-skinned mami, that's the wife I need
Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed
Tryin' to ball with y'all but
I might just flee

Now I'ma put a rush up on molasses
Breeze on through like EZ-Passes
Wiggle more asses than aerobic classes
El kabong, my people blaze them trees up
Like Cheech and Chong
Get that ass open like a pair
Of butt cheeks in thong
For sure dog, I don't mean to come off pushy
Blaze your party hot
And have it smelling like D'bussy
Spit my phlegm and drop my gem
Collect my wins and copy the
Benz with the icy rims
I be dramatical, mathematical
Radical thriller the mic killa wreckin' more
Shit than Godzilla
Matter of fact, I'm more iller
Knock your shit off the pillar
The four-wheeler touched every
Flava but vanilla you know my name, my game
So shorty shake that thang
I get you open like them
Bald head niggas on Rogaine
Spit my flow all the way from New Ro'
To Acapulco, white poos brown like cocoa
Flip flows def like so so

Come on, come on, come on, yo
So get your back up off the wall
What, I said dance, come on, come on
So put your hands up
Stop frontin' and pop somethin'
Cornball niggas stay frontin'
Ain't got nuthin'
Mad cause the life I lead, twice ya speed
Brown-skinned mami, that's the wife I need
Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed
Tryin' to ball with y'all but
I might just flee