Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Down (2006 Remastered 12" Version)

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 and dagger

So I gotta show Dukes the macho lot that I am

I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham

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

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

Though I can freak, fly, floow, fuck up a party

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

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

When I was young I used to run with a notepad

Then dimes knew and somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone

Black prodigy since the age of twen-ty

I could write a rhyme, rip it up and 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 wack 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 and 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...")

Your punk ass'll be grass quick fast like my name was flash

When a nigga try and 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. (No, no-no-no!)

I always do the fuckin', just might do the buckin'

I leave my Nikes stuck in your rectum, till you learn

Brand Nubian, yo, you gotta respect 'em

Dissect 'em, yo, our word is bond regardless

To my what, and 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, and you're gonna know I don't fuck around

So if you think you had two soft newjacks

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

To the jaw and 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 faggot in the clink, so

I suggest you take your bloody mess and 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 the heads of my foes

Dread flows, gives me power as it grows

Watch how rass-cladda you catch the speed knot

Heed not, and 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...")