Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Get nothin' but a beat 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat 

One day when I was ridin' on the train 

I seen these two kids talkin' about the Nubian reign had fallen 

I didn't say nothin', 'cuz these kids caught my goat 

Even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote 

So this kid with mouth, swagger 'n I'll blaze the cloak an' dagger 

So I gotta show Duke's the macho lot, that I am 

I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham 

Oh yes, I'm the bad man an' bad men wear black 

An' if it comes to droppin' bombs, yo, I'm with that 

Though I can freak, fly, flow, fuck up a fagot 

Don't understand their ways, I ain't down with gays 

You wanna grab the style that was made from my mom an' my dad 

When I was young, I used to run with a notepad 

Then dimes knew an' somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone 

Black prodigy since the age of twenty 

I could write a rhyme, rip it up an' write a next one 

Right on the spot, sign my name with a dot 

Diamond D threw me some smooth shit, Bronx crowd roar 

Stick up your whack jam, everybody hit the floor 

Okay it's you, Slim, the hard rock of the pack 

Don't wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin' 

Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen 

Why did I have to do it? He asked for it 

His man saw it, so it don't mean shit to me 

He's gone, that's how it's supposed to be 

Check it out now 

I ain't goin' out, man, that short shit is dead 

Have you heard what I said? If not, ask the dread 

He got a can an' that's bad 

Similar to the one that I got from my own dad 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat 

I'm like dick in ya ass, quick fast like my name was Flash 

When a nigga try an' rob me for my cash 

You thought you had a sweet Vic, a nice pick 

But you didn't anticipate that I might be sick 

Now who's the trick, 'cuz I'm not a up 

I always do the fuckin', if I have to do the buckin' 

I leave my Nikes stuck in your rectum, 'til you learn 

Brand Nubian, yo, you gotta respect 'em 

Dissect 'em, yo, our word is bond regardless 

To my what an' do the Puma strut 

So step the fuck off, before I punch you in your face 

With the mothafuckin' bass 

Then you're gonna taste blood in your mouth 

It's gonna flood south to the ground 

An' you're gonna know I don't fuck around 

So if you think you had two soft new jacks 

We're gonna have to off you with a few cracks 

To the jaw an' you won't pop that shit no more 

Explainin' to your friends why you're layin' on the floor 

Did you want some more? I didn't think so 

Just got whipped, like a fagot in the clink 

So I suggest you take your bloody mess 

An' find a piece of wire, fix your broken jaw 

Then it's time to retire, Lord Jamar will live long 

'Cuz I give strong blows to the heads of my foes 

Dread flows, gives me power as it grows 

Watch how rass cladda, you catch the speed knot 

Heed not an' Hell will be your home 

Lord Jamar, Sadat, as we swell your dome 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat 

Punks jump up to get beat down 

Get nothin' but a beat