Word Is Bond Lyrics
| Song | Word Is Bond |
| Artist | Brand Nubian |
| Album | Everything Is Everything |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ball, Dechalus, Duncan ... | |
| 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) |
| zuo ci : Ball, Dechalus, Duncan ... | |
| 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 god, my delivery is cod | |
| 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 halfmast | |
| 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 rawtaught 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 fourayear | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Ball, Dechalus, Duncan ... | |
| 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 god, my delivery is cod | |
| 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 halfmast | |
| 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 rawtaught 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 fourayear | |
| 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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