Album: Foundation
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