Artist: Brand Nubian Album: Time's Runnin' Out Song: Somebody Told a Lie Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Yeah Uhh, uhh Check it out [Chorus 2X: singer] It's time for you to show some love (yeah) Hydro tip blow as we let one go (uh-huh, uh-huh) So what nigga, nigga what? (What nigga?) It's time to put it on and that be word is bond [Sadat X] Now my mind is more straighter than the one-way sign And for the record my past is checkered, with achievments For the dead, bereavements, heart-wrenchin An extension gives you 30 days, befo' the lights go out On public access, for success, stressin head beatin is defeatin why I'm here, why I got a glass of Chia I got a hold of a good job, reliable associates My books coincide, with the ride of a lifetime The untraceable, with no codes, stripped from my lymph nodes Arose, then explodes, grows And who's to say I'll save the overlord from sprayin be floored From my last before my chin hairs are clipped I'm in this spot called Two I's, down the block I'm seein 2 guys in McDonald's chewin fries, I'm think "Damn I love my woman!" In this strange universe, perverse, the black hearse Is shit gettin better? All y'all moist ladies choice [Chorus] w/ different ad-libs [Grand Puba] Now I got an Uncle named Humpy So you know I like my pockets real - lumpy While your style be - chumpy Crack your whole flow - like Humpty Dumpty Hon I keep raw down to the core, give you what you bargained for Sound like diamonds on velour, now My style be different, changin when I get the urge With Brand Nubian cats I merge with classic shit and then we splurge You know the deallys how these chickens get touchy feely when you doin Benjy Willie but I tell them bitches "Really?" I'm stingy, a nigga play the down-low and then G Plus I got seeds so I keep strings on my Benjis Uhh, one time for your mind down to your panty line Spit one line and get you open like a dollar $ign My shit's spectacular when I spit my vernacular Niggaz bite like Dracula, more accurate than an Acura True to what we do as we flip these flows for you Cause some of these emcees out here be soundin "DOO DEW DOO!" [Chorus] w/ new ad libs [Lord Jamar] The last man to represent, member of the 5% Born September 17 in '68, have you ever seen a rap that can asphyxiate, crowd participate? We accumulate Y'all niggaz dissipate, while these faggots figure skate a figure eight around the rink we paint elaborate landscapes For all my mans that's down in the clink We 'bout to bring this town to the brink I frown when I think of all y'all clown-ass niggaz that was down Lessons in life, don't question me, question your wife Affectionately, I gave her the pipe, she said my flavor was right The band major in a tan blazer Cut you a smile with my man's razor Brand Nubian style, but not a new ager In ninety-eight I got a new pager and dumped digits from my old bitches To all my thugs that wanna hold riches Even if you sold drugs, still show love [Chorus] w/ NO ad libs - singer only, repeat 1/2