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 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...