Beeds on a String

歌詞

Backed by the Baby Bam Beat, the rare groove Jungle Bros. no competition and nothin' to prove Want me to be on your family tree But you're all about yourself which won't allow me to be You see I'm the kind of brother that gets up on the stage To get down for the people that came and paid I throw on my uniform, but not to get pretty Show no shame, feel no pity You all showed up and I'm glad you came Still the same person everything's the same Once again I show towards you all due respect But my main concern for now is keepin' things in check Hands in the air and everybody will sing As they hang on the my rhythm like the Beeds On My String Recess My soul sings a FUNK-E song, as the beat goes on and on Another day gone and still learnin' my right from wrong The party's gettin' packed as I turn up the BASS more The meter's goin' crazy up and down like a see saw Takin' off my crown, to give my lo, lo, lo, locks a breathe I wanna stop myself but I still got some rhyme left Uncle Sam breaks it down as everybody shakes the butt Brothers gettin' happy lettin' out the longin' nutt Hands in the air and everybody will sing As they cling on the rhythm like the BEEDS on my STRING Recess You know what... Sisters on the side sayin' get on get on Brothers everywhere sayin' JUMP ON IT! Can't get enough of what I'm doin' here Well the picture is painted the message is clear Here, the Beeds are the People the String is the Vibe The Vibe is what mentally connects the tribe Once you get on it you can't get off it You fall off beat well baby doll you lost it Maybe next week of even the next beat Makes ya feel at home beats up against ya dome Find ya self inside an AfriKan syndrome Found ya culture brother I told ya Black is Beautiful Money is Powerful You was afraid that's why you stayed away The true blue brothers they followed me anyway I gave 'em alternative found a new way ta {sic} live Somethin' that's positive which I thought was good to give A whole lot of tribes of us feelin' the vibes from us Everybody's down nobody's ridin' us Hands in the air and everybody will sing As they hang on to my rhythm like the Beeds on my String Now everybody pump your first as we proceed to leave this place Step into a zone where there's no mind for color face Children are the future so let them lead the way Carry our nation into a brighter and better day Evil will be broken by Allah in due time We will soon find out what is matter and what is mind Now hands in the air and together we sing As we the pretty colors of the BEEDS on the STRING...