To the Right

I didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's
All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns
My man Big Daddy, he's cool
Jamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak
But when the bell toll is the song I sing
I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive
No I'm not a wife beater, no I'm not a girl cheater
Now Rule Mob, check it out

I shape the wig like a woodblock
'Cause Puba's shit is on stock Ock
And if you don't then brother you're lost
As a yung'un I was thefty, born as a lefty
Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger
Don't flake or flam, 'cause Puba's not havin' it
I'm the boss at my job 'cause I hire all workers
She smacked me, attacked me, harassed me till I swung

Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip
Don't eat Spam or no types of ham
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu
And if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu
You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin' wreck
Sniffin' a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak

Derek X to the right

Took the Lear Jet, don't fear yet, comin' on your ear set

So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam
This girl done tried to cram 'cause she was down with the old school
When I played soccer with the dreads that play goalie
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation

For those who try to diss me, uh-oh, danger
So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about
I pound a bunch of you after lunch 'cause I do right
I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley

Jamar rockin' the jam, is an emphatical
Who will be the princess to occupy the prince?
You see me rock a video and slam shit up on feels so good
Polite to all women so I say, "Yes Ma'am!"

It died, I made glue, it's no loss
Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops
I had a boss, traded it in for a horse
But let me love you down and if I'm uptown I'm back downtown
Taken up the flights, whether uptown or crown heights
When it comes to skins, goddamn I'm picky
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia
Y, equal, knowledge born I go on, although clothes get torn
Peace God!

'Cause to me see it's more than likely
I nipped this problem in the bud with my force from the Rule
And my man Ron Stud, word to life
(Yo knowledge the God)
Now honey, you see this may sound profound
See an uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl
So 'Que Sera Sera' as the fat lady sings
You're captivated by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical

C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation
Tired of the sob story tear jerkers
The rhymes I drop, somethin' more than hefty

So loudly my troops and let's form three groups
Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin'
Allah Jamar to the right
But hang on for a sec
Cause even in my name there's a funky live "Jam"
Never sold work, never handled no gems

You see doo-doo M C's, really think they can outlast, I smell gas
I guess you can call this my nine to five

Made 'em lust, now I must
Peace God
Not down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek
But I made her see stars 'cause her bell rung
(Yo knowledge the God)
There was no doubt about it, 'cause I knew that I would
And if she's less than dope I hope the Limo's got tints
Girls in pursuit, enough to form a rally
Well honey here's a Hickie, Puba's not a quickie
Used to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be Goldie
For those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderin'
So I made a quick dip, like I was goin' back to Cali
Rip up the street on my worldwide tear
Appear from the rear with my Clan and I'm the Cave Bear
Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums

Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with