Foundation Lyrics
| Song | Foundation |
| Artist | Brand Nubian |
| Album | Foundation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：grand puba | |
| Brand nubian baby, here to flip it again | |
| And you know it don't stop until the party ends | |
| So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply | |
| Cos you know these brothers here we keep it extra tight | |
| Verse one: lord jamar | |
| Look, listen and observe, it took precision to connect | |
| The words of dialect within a rhythm you never heard | |
| Forbidden fruit, take a bite, you could lose your life | |
| Like how they crucified christ musa's hair was white | |
| Lord jamar, sadat x and puba's here tonight | |
| We got next on the court, i don't know what you thought | |
| This flow can't be bought, only sold in exchange | |
| For platinum ang gold, you've been told, open up the manifold | |
| Only to reveal scrolls and scrolls | |
| Premeditated to be dedicated to lost souls | |
| Properly educated, never sloppily operated | |
| Playing the beats for all my people incarcerated | |
| We stay in the streets and find new ways to eat | |
| Crime wave, i remember wetting my feet | |
| In my blind days, now these niggas getting they heat | |
| From under they seat, i wonder when the guns'll deplete | |
| Chorus: grand puba | |
| Brand nubian brothers here to flip it again | |
| And you know we don't stop until your party ends | |
| So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply | |
| Cos you know these brothers here, we keep it extra tight | |
| The foundation, as we hitcha with a brand nu creation | |
| New millennium we don't mess around | |
| Do the knowledge as we blaze the situation, so just feel me now | |
| Verse two: sadat x | |
| I'm in a rush, who got the keys to my truck? | |
| Who am i? i just might be a spy | |
| I drop a tear at the sight of the blue ny | |
| I'm a threat just like garnette | |
| Pick a player out my set like marbury | |
| Serve me sherry with a cherry | |
| I always eat what you think | |
| I ain't got no shoes on my feet, i'm from down the street, huh | |
| Now cats ride around new york with the slick hot rods | |
| Some late model usually pushing full throttle | |
| Hanging illegal u's and staying with the gleaming shoes | |
| Riding one deep but back to back to back | |
| Fuck a buzz, it's gonna happen just because | |
| Sure i was with her was, but i don't know what she does | |
| Big dimes hit me everytime like it's a crime | |
| My prime will steadily climb | |
| Yeah, i can't release nothing to y'all before it's time | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: grand puba | |
| Now my verbal illustration graphic more than playstation | |
| Microphone occupation operation save the nation | |
| Black crusader, persuader, educator | |
| Knowledge detonator none greater | |
| Leave haters stuck like a project elevator | |
| Always jammin it airtight like a laminate | |
| You can't contaminate it | |
| Go-getters we be superb like justin's catfish fritters | |
| Now i got 2000 flows, only 4 less than all of my hoes (*hey!*) | |
| Oops i mean my bro's but i'm just keeping y'all on your toes | |
| Excitement for your enlightenment, spitting novels, getting bravos | |
| Tear it up like el nino, keeping it hotter than jalapenos | |
| Microphone holder doing more damage than rolling boulders | |
| Rhyme style should've fooled ya, knocked your head right off your | |
| Shoulders | |
| See my intention, black-on-black prevention, break the tension | |
| Teach the seeds, tell them what they need and then collect my pension | |
| Brand nubian, baby, born more flows than a test tube valve | |
| Your radio ain't really on if brand nubian ain't on your dial | |
| Outro: grand puba | |
| Yeah, as we do it like this | |
| 2000, brand nubian comin atcha one time | |
| New millennium style |
| Intro: grand puba | |
| Brand nubian baby, here to flip it again | |
| And you know it don' t stop until the party ends | |
| So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply | |
| Cos you know these brothers here we keep it extra tight | |
| Verse one: lord jamar | |
| Look, listen and observe, it took precision to connect | |
| The words of dialect within a rhythm you never heard | |
| Forbidden fruit, take a bite, you could lose your life | |
| Like how they crucified christ musa' s hair was white | |
| Lord jamar, sadat x and puba' s here tonight | |
| We got next on the court, i don' t know what you thought | |
| This flow can' t be bought, only sold in exchange | |
| For platinum ang gold, you' ve been told, open up the manifold | |
| Only to reveal scrolls and scrolls | |
| Premeditated to be dedicated to lost souls | |
| Properly educated, never sloppily operated | |
| Playing the beats for all my people incarcerated | |
| We stay in the streets and find new ways to eat | |
| Crime wave, i remember wetting my feet | |
| In my blind days, now these niggas getting they heat | |
| From under they seat, i wonder when the guns' ll deplete | |
| Chorus: grand puba | |
| Brand nubian brothers here to flip it again | |
| And you know we don' t stop until your party ends | |
| So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply | |
| Cos you know these brothers here, we keep it extra tight | |
| The foundation, as we hitcha with a brand nu creation | |
| New millennium we don' t mess around | |
| Do the knowledge as we blaze the situation, so just feel me now | |
| Verse two: sadat x | |
| I' m in a rush, who got the keys to my truck? | |
| Who am i? i just might be a spy | |
| I drop a tear at the sight of the blue ny | |
| I' m a threat just like garnette | |
| Pick a player out my set like marbury | |
| Serve me sherry with a cherry | |
| I always eat what you think | |
| I ain' t got no shoes on my feet, i' m from down the street, huh | |
| Now cats ride around new york with the slick hot rods | |
| Some late model usually pushing full throttle | |
| Hanging illegal u' s and staying with the gleaming shoes | |
| Riding one deep but back to back to back | |
| Fuck a buzz, it' s gonna happen just because | |
| Sure i was with her was, but i don' t know what she does | |
| Big dimes hit me everytime like it' s a crime | |
| My prime will steadily climb | |
| Yeah, i can' t release nothing to y' all before it' s time | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: grand puba | |
| Now my verbal illustration graphic more than playstation | |
| Microphone occupation operation save the nation | |
| Black crusader, persuader, educator | |
| Knowledge detonator none greater | |
| Leave haters stuck like a project elevator | |
| Always jammin it airtight like a laminate | |
| You can' t contaminate it | |
| Gogetters we be superb like justin' s catfish fritters | |
| Now i got 2000 flows, only 4 less than all of my hoes hey! | |
| Oops i mean my bro' s but i' m just keeping y' all on your toes | |
| Excitement for your enlightenment, spitting novels, getting bravos | |
| Tear it up like el nino, keeping it hotter than jalapenos | |
| Microphone holder doing more damage than rolling boulders | |
| Rhyme style should' ve fooled ya, knocked your head right off your | |
| Shoulders | |
| See my intention, blackonblack prevention, break the tension | |
| Teach the seeds, tell them what they need and then collect my pension | |
| Brand nubian, baby, born more flows than a test tube valve | |
| Your radio ain' t really on if brand nubian ain' t on your dial | |
| Outro: grand puba | |
| Yeah, as we do it like this | |
| 2000, brand nubian comin atcha one time | |
| New millennium style |
| Intro: grand puba | |
| Brand nubian baby, here to flip it again | |
| And you know it don' t stop until the party ends | |
| So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply | |
| Cos you know these brothers here we keep it extra tight | |
| Verse one: lord jamar | |
| Look, listen and observe, it took precision to connect | |
| The words of dialect within a rhythm you never heard | |
| Forbidden fruit, take a bite, you could lose your life | |
| Like how they crucified christ musa' s hair was white | |
| Lord jamar, sadat x and puba' s here tonight | |
| We got next on the court, i don' t know what you thought | |
| This flow can' t be bought, only sold in exchange | |
| For platinum ang gold, you' ve been told, open up the manifold | |
| Only to reveal scrolls and scrolls | |
| Premeditated to be dedicated to lost souls | |
| Properly educated, never sloppily operated | |
| Playing the beats for all my people incarcerated | |
| We stay in the streets and find new ways to eat | |
| Crime wave, i remember wetting my feet | |
| In my blind days, now these niggas getting they heat | |
| From under they seat, i wonder when the guns' ll deplete | |
| Chorus: grand puba | |
| Brand nubian brothers here to flip it again | |
| And you know we don' t stop until your party ends | |
| So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply | |
| Cos you know these brothers here, we keep it extra tight | |
| The foundation, as we hitcha with a brand nu creation | |
| New millennium we don' t mess around | |
| Do the knowledge as we blaze the situation, so just feel me now | |
| Verse two: sadat x | |
| I' m in a rush, who got the keys to my truck? | |
| Who am i? i just might be a spy | |
| I drop a tear at the sight of the blue ny | |
| I' m a threat just like garnette | |
| Pick a player out my set like marbury | |
| Serve me sherry with a cherry | |
| I always eat what you think | |
| I ain' t got no shoes on my feet, i' m from down the street, huh | |
| Now cats ride around new york with the slick hot rods | |
| Some late model usually pushing full throttle | |
| Hanging illegal u' s and staying with the gleaming shoes | |
| Riding one deep but back to back to back | |
| Fuck a buzz, it' s gonna happen just because | |
| Sure i was with her was, but i don' t know what she does | |
| Big dimes hit me everytime like it' s a crime | |
| My prime will steadily climb | |
| Yeah, i can' t release nothing to y' all before it' s time | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: grand puba | |
| Now my verbal illustration graphic more than playstation | |
| Microphone occupation operation save the nation | |
| Black crusader, persuader, educator | |
| Knowledge detonator none greater | |
| Leave haters stuck like a project elevator | |
| Always jammin it airtight like a laminate | |
| You can' t contaminate it | |
| Gogetters we be superb like justin' s catfish fritters | |
| Now i got 2000 flows, only 4 less than all of my hoes hey! | |
| Oops i mean my bro' s but i' m just keeping y' all on your toes | |
| Excitement for your enlightenment, spitting novels, getting bravos | |
| Tear it up like el nino, keeping it hotter than jalapenos | |
| Microphone holder doing more damage than rolling boulders | |
| Rhyme style should' ve fooled ya, knocked your head right off your | |
| Shoulders | |
| See my intention, blackonblack prevention, break the tension | |
| Teach the seeds, tell them what they need and then collect my pension | |
| Brand nubian, baby, born more flows than a test tube valve | |
| Your radio ain' t really on if brand nubian ain' t on your dial | |
| Outro: grand puba | |
| Yeah, as we do it like this | |
| 2000, brand nubian comin atcha one time | |
| New millennium style |
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