Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Down (2006 Remastered 12" Version)

Punks jump up to get beat down!

("Get nothin' but a beat...")

Punks jump up to get beat down!

("Get nothin' but a beat...")

Punks jump up to get beat down!

("Get nothin' but a beat...")

Punks jump up to get beat down!

("Get nothin' but a beat...")

One day when I was ridin' on the train I seen these two kids talkin'

About the Nubian reign had fallen

I didn't say nothin' cuz these kids caught my goat

Even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote

So this kid with mouth swagger 'n I'll blaze the cloak and dagger

So I gotta show Dukes the macho lot that I am

I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham

Oh yes, I'm the bad man, and bad men wear black

And if it comes to droppin' bombs, yo, I'm with that

Though I can freak, fly, floow, fuck up a party

Don't understand their ways I ain't down with gays

You wanna grab the style that was made from my mom and my dad

When I was young I used to run with a notepad

Then dimes knew and somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone

Black prodigy since the age of twen-ty

I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one

Right on the spot, sign my name with a dot

Diamond D threw me some smooth shit, Bronx crowd roar

Stick up your wack jam, everybody hit the floor

Okay it's you, Slim, the hard rock of the pack

Don't wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin'

Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen

Why did I have to do it? He asked for it

His man saw it, so it don't mean shit to me

He's gone, that's how it's supposed to be... check it out now

I ain't goin' out, man that short shit is dead

Have you heard what I said? If not, ask the dread

He got a can and that's bad... similar to the one that I got from my own dad

Punks jump up to get beat down!

("Get nothin' but a beat...")

Punks jump up to get beat down!

("Get nothin' but a beat...")

Punks jump up to get beat down!