Beeds On A String

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 youre all about yourself which wont allow me to be
You see Im 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
Im glad you came
Still the same person everythings 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 partys gettin packed as
I turn up the
BASS more
The meters 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!
Cant get enough of what
Im 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 cant 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 thats why you stayed away
The true blue brothers they followed me anyway
I gave em alternative found a new way ta {sic} live
Somethin thats positive which
I thought was good to give
A whole lot of tribes of us feelin the vibes from us
Everybodys down nobodys 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 theres 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...