as we start trudgin
me and my brothers we be lookin and be buggin
vehicles of life they be rollin and be mergin
searchin for the virgins of life
that be shovin out the door that's crack
the valleys of time
are always on my feet
as least the beat will combine
the calluses and corns with the funky bassline
you don't need underdog for a nickel shoeshine or the shoes that's phat
well can i get a level on the bass and on the treble
footin up and down like a unlv rebel
the answer be amongst us cos we rarely dig acoustics
can't be too much flackin
not too much packin
you must container that at least to dip your hand in rap
your feet will be infectious so at least realise the fact
the rhythms are inserted and the nurse can be converted
this ain't rock 'n' roll cos the rap is in control
if you're a megastar
worth will buy you a car
i'd rather go barefootin
for prints i will be puttin
all over the earth if we can get there first
now that we are in it
footprints are bein printed
so fi you recognise em
you can try to size em
they'll probably be the ones with the size not fryin
all over reveal
you won't have to yield
if you want protection you can hide behind the shield
you can game on the gallons if you really need to rock
but we walk while we talk as we stompin through the block
hand in hand 'cross the land as muhammad cross the fade
it's a tribe who meanders
precious like a jade
it's a art
theo arch rhymes the ground placed upon
the mind will unwind
it will soft to beyond
catch the track
track by track
get a map to track a trail
you will find yourself behind for a map does not prevail
see the levels peakin as the rhythms keep-a screechin
a quest
oh yes a quest
inside the jam i will keep preachin
the point
oh yes the point
because it's close but yet so far
the loudiness is ringin as we scoot across the star
we are bulgin
i'm indulgin in a rat-a-tat-tat
explanation for the liners that the rhythm is phat
keep it wild
wide and deep
you could dig it in a jeep
but dig it in the ground because the foot print now
if there's a storm that's brewin
it won't keep us from doin
our thing as we start swingin
travellin is bringin
joy inside the domes as we hit the road to roam/rome
a chair is not a chair
a house is not a home
because my skin is brown
yo i'm gonna do the town
rub it in the face and rub my feet all through the place
when you get your finger on the music it'll linger
sing a song o' sixpence
sing it like a singer
a nubian
a nubian
a proud one at that
remember me
the brother who said black is black"