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Word is Bond (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Intro/Chorus: (x2)

"Word is bond, we got it goin on
"C’mon throw ya hands in the air
Brand Nubian’ll rock to the break of dawn
in the air, in the air
It’s like that y’all, ya don’t stop
C’mon throw ya hands in the air
Brand Nubian’ll rock the sure shot"
in the air, in the air"

Verse One: Lord Jamar, Sadat X

Whenever ya hear the piece of the track, peace to the black
peeps on the streets with the beats in the jeeps
Comin back in ’94 with the raw that’s against the law
It’s the G-O-D, my delivery is C-O-D
Word is bond and bond is life
We got it goin on tonight, don’t nobody wanna fight
they wanna see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke
Utilisin the effects of the smoke

More cash to smash to make the blunt last
Fill it with hash til it pass, don’t even ask in the Flat’
Put ass in a grip, flags is half-mast
Somebody must’ve passed, we’re makin your ass drip into the stands
Fold my cash at last, my task to teach the class
and receive somethin more than brass is a blast
Make a brother work hard, long and fast……

Chorus (x2)

Verse Two: Lord Jamar, Sadat X

Dreadlock, I send a rock from my block
Clock wax like crack, samplin from old stacks
That’s where the soul’s at, in this whole rap universe
We kick the funky tunes with a burst
Sun, moon and star, *?Sunbumba?* Jamar
To get me in the flow, now I’m read’ to go
Set to show, everybody in the party that we’re nice
wit out sippin on Bacardi and ice

The southpaw, ask your ma, I be the shinin star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are
I’ll rape the tape, drop along in interstate
wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate
And by fakin I’ll avoid the court date, no legal aid
Everything’s paid, while courts are tyraid
If the money ain’t made, talkin millions
but spendin penny’s and gettin cheap shoes from Kenny’s

Chorus

Verse Three: Lord Jamar, Sadat X

Now let’s take time out to say peace to the GODs (PEACE)
Bust how I release cos this beat is hard
We be the squad from raw-taught to rule
Take a thought to the top now I drop the jewel

I push the Cadillac DeVille and still we real
I drive a garbage truck and not give a ……..
I need to earn a buck four-a-year
I’m thru with buyin wild gear
Just somethin I can wear, somethin fly when I’m there

Well now we’re here to take the gold and the cash ‘fore the bill fold
I told their ass to chill and they’re still cold
Frozen cos they’re not amongst the chosen one
Sun shines like a beacon, similar to Howard Speake

As I receive the mic for the last time, I clear up your past crime
All felonies can go, as long as you know
Brand Nubian will stand, without the use of a band
We always work with a plan

Chorus (x2)

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Word Is Bond (Letra)

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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Chorus

Word is bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole (x4)

I break it off
Like a kit-kat
Casue ya cant git that
Worth while style
Underground sound
So now your frontin
Tryin to fake it
Complain ya never make it
And pretty soon you’re open butt naked
So your ass starts to rob and steel
Madd jealous cause my shit’s got mass appeal
And now i’m rhymin wit diamond d
With some brand new shit for the year of ’93
I got a loop on my crate
And i’m duckin
The way i’m rhymin on the break
Till the brothers, fuck it
Ya know i got the funky sound
Ya still up un the air
Cause last year i said jump around
I’m rollin thick
So i know you see me
I got mad little white kids,
Wishin’ they could be me
So dont step up cause i’m a come out blastin’
You just a quickie
Punk, i’m everlastin

Chorus

Now let me hear my man( my man, my man, my man)

Yo it’s diamond d
The psycotic, narrotic
Pizza idiotic
Smoke ‘em
Boom thats exotic
With my man everlastin’
Brotha’s be askin me
For the fee
Kid, my name aint sebastion
Give ‘em my mom’s demo tapes
Foam’n at the mouth
Dreamin of makin papes
I know your thirsty
Lord have mercy
I got ten acts
And ya want to be the first, g
Come on, dad
Let me breathe yeah
Dont be the lint ball on my sleeve
Wanna be down and diggin wit the crates
Have dough in the pocket
And sleep way past 8
I know the feelin
Ya wanna be the one weelin and dealin
But your shit aint appealin
So make haste
I’ll stick it to a like paste
Dont sleep
I got the 9 on my waist

Chorus

I lick shots for the soul assasins
I lick shots fot the diamond d
I lick shots for the everlastin
And i lick shots for the d-i-t-c
Yo i’m more respected
My neck’s protected
So dont get started
Just disregard it
Cause i’m retarted
With an agrial stubin
When i see a bootleg
I take my record and dupe it
Scoop it
Just like a news reporter
I’m causin disorder
Because i’m sorta’
Sick of loosin money
When i work so hard
So if i catch ya bootleggin
I’m a pull your card

Chorus