Ragtime Lyrics
| Song | Ragtime |
| Artist | Brand Nubian |
| Album | One for All |
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| [gpm] hit her, i mean let's hit this | |
| [??1] that's not straight | |
| [??2] do it god, ya bwoy let's do it now seen? | |
| Let's pull it bwoy | |
| [grand puba maxwell] | |
| Aiyyo, check this out | |
| Brand nubian gettin ready to swing this ep' | |
| We got the grand puba, we got derek x on the flex | |
| We got, lord jamar, we got alamo with the a, ron stud! | |
| And my man ep rock | |
| X, kick the flavor for me on this one | |
| Cause we gettin ready to be out of here in a, sec | |
| [derek x/sadat x] | |
| Wild, new york raw as my voicebox soars i'll | |
| Open your pores cause it's one of my chores | |
| Kickin beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin rhymes to a schism | |
| People often wonder and ask.. | |
| Is i'm the best? surely you jest, i'm not down with the rest | |
| In fact.. they failed the test | |
| It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular | |
| My bite is in your neck it's the effect, of dracula | |
| Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition | |
| Can't even keep account, of the g's i be kissin | |
| But oh i beg your pardon, the race, is startin | |
| The criminals is there and i'm the hardest of the hard | |
| And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day | |
| The adjective - amazing, spelled with an 'a' | |
| And a 'g' on the end, by usin, my pen | |
| Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend | |
| Rhymin was a fad in the days of my dad | |
| Now mc's is makin g's and goin for bad | |
| The x in my name makes it, all official | |
| Am i the king? well that's the so-called issue | |
| Rollin off the tongue was the fresh one-liner | |
| And cb talker was the zero one-niner | |
| Took a slight drop from the tip of the top | |
| Now i'm out for mines and i'm goin to clock | |
| What's mine on the line on a rhyme i will dine | |
| Never ate the pig can't deal with the swine | |
| Keep on, yes my word is bond | |
| Speakin that knowledge like farrakhan | |
| Cause it's ragtime! | |
| [grand puba maxwell] | |
| Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it! | |
| Aight now we got lord j | |
| Lord j, yo c'mon now | |
| Kick, the flavor, to this | |
| Drop it like this (i'ma swing it like this) | |
| [lord jamar] | |
| I like to drop bass, cause when it hits, i bounce em | |
| I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain | |
| Which i contain, to manifest thought | |
| The record is bought so i figure i ought to elaborate | |
| (might as well) as minds in turn collaborate | |
| I speak the facts black, i don't exaggerate | |
| I just get to the bare essential | |
| Demandin that i talk, of my credentials, cause yo | |
| I never slept, my mind was in the right place | |
| Now let's take our steps and retrace | |
| Back to a time, when black was defined | |
| As original, god-like, supreme divine | |
| Refined is my mind that's why i'm buildin | |
| There was a void in new york but now it's filled in | |
| By the lord j, don't forget the a-m-a | |
| To the r, now say i'm a star (you a star, j!) | |
| Well you can be one too | |
| Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?) | |
| You got to know knowledge of self's the foundation | |
| Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome | |
| Understanding is the manifestation | |
| And cutural freedom, the final turnout, cause it's ragtime | |
| [grand puba maxwell] | |
| That's definitely ragtime | |
| Now let me brag mine! let me brag mine | |
| Hit this in the 90's | |
| Hey yo, bust it (here i go here i go here i go) | |
| As i, stand as a pharoah and beat up on eliza | |
| Trick ends on my friends, cause puba's not a miser | |
| Last longer than a duracell, or a energizer | |
| I got a little older but a whole lot wiser | |
| When it comes to shootin ? i'm a damn good shooter | |
| Mc grand puba should be worshipped like a buddha | |
| I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism | |
| Damn i gets busy, though makin rhyme i gets bizm | |
| Always help another meaning sister or a brother | |
| Just a little tip i picked up, from my mother | |
| Smooth as ali baba once i week i see the barber | |
| So honey pucker up cause i'm a damn good slobber | |
| Mr. exquisite, dressed in silk, bally's made of lizard | |
| So honey, what is it? (what is it?) | |
| I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour i'm probably heading | |
| You wanna beat like this? check the stack of otis redding | |
| I'm hurtin like a blister, confusin like twister | |
| Not a only child, four brothers and one sister | |
| Not a rinky-dinky never snackin on a twinkie | |
| When it comes to flexin i can bend like a slinkie | |
| So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp | |
| When brothers try to play me, that's when the pub' gets amped | |
| So smile - here comes the picture - click! | |
| A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic' | |
| I can relate to the good times, the cosby's on the sometimes | |
| Go ? on a sunday then it's back at work on monday | |
| Take my gear to the cleaners, buy pants or a beamer | |
| Then i'm out, bangin crackheads, i can do without | |
| (definitely, why not puba? why why why?) cause it's ragtime | |
| * ad libs to outro * |
| gpm hit her, i mean let' s hit this | |
| ?? 1 that' s not straight | |
| ?? 2 do it god, ya bwoy let' s do it now seen? | |
| Let' s pull it bwoy | |
| grand puba maxwell | |
| Aiyyo, check this out | |
| Brand nubian gettin ready to swing this ep' | |
| We got the grand puba, we got derek x on the flex | |
| We got, lord jamar, we got alamo with the a, ron stud! | |
| And my man ep rock | |
| X, kick the flavor for me on this one | |
| Cause we gettin ready to be out of here in a, sec | |
| derek x sadat x | |
| Wild, new york raw as my voicebox soars i' ll | |
| Open your pores cause it' s one of my chores | |
| Kickin beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin rhymes to a schism | |
| People often wonder and ask.. | |
| Is i' m the best? surely you jest, i' m not down with the rest | |
| In fact.. they failed the test | |
| It' s my vernacular that' s simply spectacular | |
| My bite is in your neck it' s the effect, of dracula | |
| Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition | |
| Can' t even keep account, of the g' s i be kissin | |
| But oh i beg your pardon, the race, is startin | |
| The criminals is there and i' m the hardest of the hard | |
| And it' s a feet for you to meet me on any given day | |
| The adjective amazing, spelled with an ' a' | |
| And a ' g' on the end, by usin, my pen | |
| Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend | |
| Rhymin was a fad in the days of my dad | |
| Now mc' s is makin g' s and goin for bad | |
| The x in my name makes it, all official | |
| Am i the king? well that' s the socalled issue | |
| Rollin off the tongue was the fresh oneliner | |
| And cb talker was the zero oneniner | |
| Took a slight drop from the tip of the top | |
| Now i' m out for mines and i' m goin to clock | |
| What' s mine on the line on a rhyme i will dine | |
| Never ate the pig can' t deal with the swine | |
| Keep on, yes my word is bond | |
| Speakin that knowledge like farrakhan | |
| Cause it' s ragtime! | |
| grand puba maxwell | |
| Ah yeah it' s ragged, let' s do it! | |
| Aight now we got lord j | |
| Lord j, yo c' mon now | |
| Kick, the flavor, to this | |
| Drop it like this i' ma swing it like this | |
| lord jamar | |
| I like to drop bass, cause when it hits, i bounce em | |
| I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain | |
| Which i contain, to manifest thought | |
| The record is bought so i figure i ought to elaborate | |
| might as well as minds in turn collaborate | |
| I speak the facts black, i don' t exaggerate | |
| I just get to the bare essential | |
| Demandin that i talk, of my credentials, cause yo | |
| I never slept, my mind was in the right place | |
| Now let' s take our steps and retrace | |
| Back to a time, when black was defined | |
| As original, godlike, supreme divine | |
| Refined is my mind that' s why i' m buildin | |
| There was a void in new york but now it' s filled in | |
| By the lord j, don' t forget the ama | |
| To the r, now say i' m a star you a star, j! | |
| Well you can be one too | |
| Now here' s all you got to do whatcha gotta do? | |
| You got to know knowledge of self' s the foundation | |
| Know wisdom' s the way to let it outcome | |
| Understanding is the manifestation | |
| And cutural freedom, the final turnout, cause it' s ragtime | |
| grand puba maxwell | |
| That' s definitely ragtime | |
| Now let me brag mine! let me brag mine | |
| Hit this in the 90' s | |
| Hey yo, bust it here i go here i go here i go | |
| As i, stand as a pharoah and beat up on eliza | |
| Trick ends on my friends, cause puba' s not a miser | |
| Last longer than a duracell, or a energizer | |
| I got a little older but a whole lot wiser | |
| When it comes to shootin ? i' m a damn good shooter | |
| Mc grand puba should be worshipped like a buddha | |
| I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism | |
| Damn i gets busy, though makin rhyme i gets bizm | |
| Always help another meaning sister or a brother | |
| Just a little tip i picked up, from my mother | |
| Smooth as ali baba once i week i see the barber | |
| So honey pucker up cause i' m a damn good slobber | |
| Mr. exquisite, dressed in silk, bally' s made of lizard | |
| So honey, what is it? what is it? | |
| I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour i' m probably heading | |
| You wanna beat like this? check the stack of otis redding | |
| I' m hurtin like a blister, confusin like twister | |
| Not a only child, four brothers and one sister | |
| Not a rinkydinky never snackin on a twinkie | |
| When it comes to flexin i can bend like a slinkie | |
| So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp | |
| When brothers try to play me, that' s when the pub' gets amped | |
| So smile here comes the picture click! | |
| A humble type brother so don' t play me as a vic' | |
| I can relate to the good times, the cosby' s on the sometimes | |
| Go ? on a sunday then it' s back at work on monday | |
| Take my gear to the cleaners, buy pants or a beamer | |
| Then i' m out, bangin crackheads, i can do without | |
| definitely, why not puba? why why why? cause it' s ragtime | |
| ad libs to outro |
| gpm hit her, i mean let' s hit this | |
| ?? 1 that' s not straight | |
| ?? 2 do it god, ya bwoy let' s do it now seen? | |
| Let' s pull it bwoy | |
| grand puba maxwell | |
| Aiyyo, check this out | |
| Brand nubian gettin ready to swing this ep' | |
| We got the grand puba, we got derek x on the flex | |
| We got, lord jamar, we got alamo with the a, ron stud! | |
| And my man ep rock | |
| X, kick the flavor for me on this one | |
| Cause we gettin ready to be out of here in a, sec | |
| derek x sadat x | |
| Wild, new york raw as my voicebox soars i' ll | |
| Open your pores cause it' s one of my chores | |
| Kickin beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin rhymes to a schism | |
| People often wonder and ask.. | |
| Is i' m the best? surely you jest, i' m not down with the rest | |
| In fact.. they failed the test | |
| It' s my vernacular that' s simply spectacular | |
| My bite is in your neck it' s the effect, of dracula | |
| Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition | |
| Can' t even keep account, of the g' s i be kissin | |
| But oh i beg your pardon, the race, is startin | |
| The criminals is there and i' m the hardest of the hard | |
| And it' s a feet for you to meet me on any given day | |
| The adjective amazing, spelled with an ' a' | |
| And a ' g' on the end, by usin, my pen | |
| Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend | |
| Rhymin was a fad in the days of my dad | |
| Now mc' s is makin g' s and goin for bad | |
| The x in my name makes it, all official | |
| Am i the king? well that' s the socalled issue | |
| Rollin off the tongue was the fresh oneliner | |
| And cb talker was the zero oneniner | |
| Took a slight drop from the tip of the top | |
| Now i' m out for mines and i' m goin to clock | |
| What' s mine on the line on a rhyme i will dine | |
| Never ate the pig can' t deal with the swine | |
| Keep on, yes my word is bond | |
| Speakin that knowledge like farrakhan | |
| Cause it' s ragtime! | |
| grand puba maxwell | |
| Ah yeah it' s ragged, let' s do it! | |
| Aight now we got lord j | |
| Lord j, yo c' mon now | |
| Kick, the flavor, to this | |
| Drop it like this i' ma swing it like this | |
| lord jamar | |
| I like to drop bass, cause when it hits, i bounce em | |
| I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain | |
| Which i contain, to manifest thought | |
| The record is bought so i figure i ought to elaborate | |
| might as well as minds in turn collaborate | |
| I speak the facts black, i don' t exaggerate | |
| I just get to the bare essential | |
| Demandin that i talk, of my credentials, cause yo | |
| I never slept, my mind was in the right place | |
| Now let' s take our steps and retrace | |
| Back to a time, when black was defined | |
| As original, godlike, supreme divine | |
| Refined is my mind that' s why i' m buildin | |
| There was a void in new york but now it' s filled in | |
| By the lord j, don' t forget the ama | |
| To the r, now say i' m a star you a star, j! | |
| Well you can be one too | |
| Now here' s all you got to do whatcha gotta do? | |
| You got to know knowledge of self' s the foundation | |
| Know wisdom' s the way to let it outcome | |
| Understanding is the manifestation | |
| And cutural freedom, the final turnout, cause it' s ragtime | |
| grand puba maxwell | |
| That' s definitely ragtime | |
| Now let me brag mine! let me brag mine | |
| Hit this in the 90' s | |
| Hey yo, bust it here i go here i go here i go | |
| As i, stand as a pharoah and beat up on eliza | |
| Trick ends on my friends, cause puba' s not a miser | |
| Last longer than a duracell, or a energizer | |
| I got a little older but a whole lot wiser | |
| When it comes to shootin ? i' m a damn good shooter | |
| Mc grand puba should be worshipped like a buddha | |
| I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism | |
| Damn i gets busy, though makin rhyme i gets bizm | |
| Always help another meaning sister or a brother | |
| Just a little tip i picked up, from my mother | |
| Smooth as ali baba once i week i see the barber | |
| So honey pucker up cause i' m a damn good slobber | |
| Mr. exquisite, dressed in silk, bally' s made of lizard | |
| So honey, what is it? what is it? | |
| I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour i' m probably heading | |
| You wanna beat like this? check the stack of otis redding | |
| I' m hurtin like a blister, confusin like twister | |
| Not a only child, four brothers and one sister | |
| Not a rinkydinky never snackin on a twinkie | |
| When it comes to flexin i can bend like a slinkie | |
| So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp | |
| When brothers try to play me, that' s when the pub' gets amped | |
| So smile here comes the picture click! | |
| A humble type brother so don' t play me as a vic' | |
| I can relate to the good times, the cosby' s on the sometimes | |
| Go ? on a sunday then it' s back at work on monday | |
| Take my gear to the cleaners, buy pants or a beamer | |
| Then i' m out, bangin crackheads, i can do without | |
| definitely, why not puba? why why why? cause it' s ragtime | |
| ad libs to outro |
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