Beeds on a String - Jungle Brothers

Backed by the Baby Bam Beat, the rare groove

Jungle Brothers, 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

My soul sings a funky 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 breath

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

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 fell off beat, well baby doll you lost it

Maybe next week of even the next beat

Makes you feel at home, beats up against your dome

Find yourself inside an African syndrome

Found your culture, brother I told you

Black is beautiful, green 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 to 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 or face

Do what you’re doing 'cause the vibe ain’t over yet

You learned a little something and I hope that you don’t forget

The vibe has no color, just a cause and a tempo

Hold on tight, 'cause we can’t help if you let go

Children are the future, so let them lead the way

Carry our nation to 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 see the pretty colors of the beeds on the string