To the Right

Yeah, we're gonna swing this one to the right Wanna give a shout to my man Pos K My man Big Daddy Scoob Now Rule Mob Check it out Verse 1: Grand Puba Maxwell Well, honey, here's a hickie, Puba's not a quickie When it comes to skins, God damn, I'm picky Who will be the princess to occupy the prince And if she's less than dope, I hope the limo's got tints Now, honey, you see, this may sound profound But LET ME LOVE YOU DOWN And if I'm Uptown, I'm back downtown All the skins I've been in, I gets no frowns You see, doo-doo MC's really think they can outlast... I smell gas As a yung'un I was thefty, born as a lefty The rhymes I drop, somethin' more than hefty Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger For those who try to diss me - uh-oh, danger Used to drink the Olde E, cool as Jeff Spicoli When I play soccer with the dreads, I play goalie Here steps the one that's capable of slaughterin' For those who wanna bite, get the catalogue, start orderin' 'Cause - Puba's shit is on stock, Akh I shape the wig like a woodblock I like to dip, dip, dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive I guess you can call this my nine-to-five I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia But hang on for a sec You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin' wreck 'Cause to me, see, it's more than likely And if I flow too fast, let me slow down slightly Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip Don't flake or flam, 'cause Puba's not HAVIN' IT Derek X/Sadat X Derek X to the right C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Verse 2: Derek X/Sadat X You see me rock a video and slam shit up on Feels So Good There was no doubt about it, 'cause I knew that I would Before I kick these lyrics that I riff and I roll with This girl done tried to cram 'Cause she was down with the OLD SCHOOL She.. smacked me, attacked me, harassed me til I swung But I made her see stars 'cause her bell rung See, an Uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl No.. I'm.. not a wife beater No.. I'm.. not a girl cheater I nipped this problem in the butt With my force from the Rule and my man Ron.. Stud.. Word to life So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about And if you don't, then brother, you're lost I had a Ross, traded it in for a horse It died, I made glue, it's no loss I'm the boss at my job 'cause I hire all workers Tired of the sob story tear jerkers Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums Never sold work, never handled no jumb's So que sera sera as the fat lady sings But when the bell toll is the song I sing Taken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights I pound a bunch of you after lunch 'cause I do right Appear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear Rip up the street on my worldwide tear So loudly my troops, and let's form three groups Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops Lord Jamar Allah Jamar to the right Peace God Yo knowledge the God Peace God Verse 3: Lord Jamar You're captivated by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical Jamar rockin' the jam, is an emphatical Y, equal, Knowledge Born I go on, although clothes get torn By Weaker Cypher men.. 'cause what came from my pen Made 'em lust, now I must Rush out the back door, in-to the alley Girls in pursuit, enough to form a rally I didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's So I made a quick dip, like I was goin back to Cali Took the Lear jet, don't fear yet Comin on your earset So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam Cause even in my name there's a funky live Jam Don't eat Spam or no types of ham Polite to all women so I say, Yes ma'am Sniffin a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak Jamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak Not down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek _A Message From a Blackman_ is what you seek