Sadat X debuted with Brand Nubian in 1989, with the release of their debut single Brand Nubian b/w Feels So Good. The group's debut album, One For All, was released in late 1990, featuring the singles All For One, Wake Up and Slow Down. The album was widely acclaimed, inspired by the teachings of the Nation of Islam, similar to many groups of the era, including X-Clan, Public Enemy and Poor Righteous Teachers. One For All is now considered a classic hip hop album, and was awarded a 5 Mic rating from popular magazine The Source. Brand Nubian returned in 1993 with the album In God We Trust, which featured the hit single Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down. Sadat received a bit of controversy following the song's release, due to alleged homophobic content. Following the mixed reviews from the group's third album, 1994's Everything is Everything, Brand Nubian split up to pursue solo endeavors. In 1996, Sadat released his first solo effort, Wild Cowboys. The album featured production from Pete Rock, Da Beatminerz, Diamond D, Showbiz and Buckwild, as well as a pair of hit singles, Hang 'Em High and The Lump Lump, the former charting on the Billboard Hot 100. Sadat reunited with original Brand Nubian members Grand Puba, Lord Jamar and DJ Alamo for a reunion album, Foundation, released in late 1998. The album was well-received, and featured the crossover hit Don't Let it Go to Your Head. After the album, Brand Nubian broke up once again for solo endeavors. In 1999, Sadat made possibly his most famous guest appearance with Common, dropping a verse on the single "1-9-9-9", from the Rawkus Records compilation Soundbombing 2. Sadat released an EP in )2000, titled The State of New York vs. Derek Murphy, which featured the single Ka-Ching. Brand Nubian reunited once again in 2004, for the release of the album Fire in the Hole. The album was seen as a disappointment, and the group split again for solo albums. Sadat released his second full length album, Experience & Education, in 2005, featuring production from Diamond D, DJ Spinna and Minnesota. On December 22, 2005, Sadat was arrested in Harlem and charged with criminal possession of a weapon, reckless endangerment and resisting arrest. On October 3, 2006, Female Fun Music released Sadat's third full-length album Black October.
Sadat is involved in teaching children. Has worked as an elementary school teacher in New Rochelle, New York. Qualified as a firefighter in New Rochelle, New York. Coaches children's basketball for the New York City Basketball League. He also played point guard for the Howard University basketball team.
On March 23, 2010, Sadat X released Wild Cowboys II, the long-awaited sequel to his 1996 solo debut Wild Cowboys, on Fat Beats Records. The album featured several guest appearances from Ill Bill, Kurupt, A.G., Brand Nubian, Rhymefest and others, with production from Pete Rock, Diamond D, Buckwild, Sir Jinx and others. On February 23, 2010, he released an EP, containing five songs from the album and their complementary instrumentals, which is currently available at any music store. The first single from the album is Turn It Up which features, and is produced by, Pete Rock. A music video for the song premiered on March 12, 2010, which contains cameo appearances from different New York veteran rappers.
On July 4, 2011, Sadat X released No Features produced by Will Tell.
The Hashout
Sadat X Lyrics
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[Hook]
Who's is those niggas makin' all that noise
Wild Cow-boys
Who's is those kids makin' all that noise
Wild Cow-boys
I say the uptown kids got to say something
I said the cowboy kids have to say something
To let the hash blow without coughin' mo'
[Sadat X]
Relax B, cause ain't no got damn problem
Ever since I was born it was Hell up in Harlem
Hot like 9-7 and I'm still point one
Fuck with old school beats like oh check me now
Coup Deville for this late night poet
Used to live on 7th, I rhymed about eights
Kidnappin' MC's who could not relate
Uptown has been my home for 25 years
20 real niggas make 40 million a year
Block to block, ya gotta bubble like shampoo
Niggas is gettin' ugly and life is still a gamble
My crack won't sell these niggas got a lower price
It's all good so I gotta get shiest
AK spittin' or should I do the street sweep
We be strapped in the tinted down black Jeep
Until X throw them lights on the low beam
We started buckin' off shots at his home team
He wanted money but he didn't want to murder kids
He wanted props but he caught slugs in his face
Feels good representin' for my crack turf
[Shawn Black]
Ah cat daddy what have we here
Wild Cowboys scheduled to appear
Life's no game, I'm like the travelin' man
I'm not a gun slinger but I bring my lil' man named Rueben
He'll do the poppin' then hop on the AmTrak
And see ya in September when the high school starts back
I'm like the fun packin' rapper
Like to work the art, Napoleon Bonaparte
Couldn't lead a war to party like the General X
The one who protects, respects, and signin' checks
And we leavin' and everybody's tore up
And nobody tells you, my style can't be stored up
I sound like another nigga WHAT!
Beat cha' ass down WHAT!
The Great X right here is like a monument
Wild Cowboys is runnin' the government
[Various people talking]
[Cool Chuck]
This one here is for the West or the East
I roam streets, ride beats, ride freaks
Dust rappers like a Hoover
I wanna buy land, groovers just for the buddha
The microphone demander
I get into shit, get out shit call me Barry Sanders
Wave your hand if your playas
I got the gat watch me blaze ya
Or cut cha' face with my razor
Tryin' hoo-rake mine, how the fuck I'ma shine
Corny rappers leave the mic alone
Cool Chuck style, stay cream like the cream on ya corn
I made ya girl moan, sexin' me when we at home
Tryin' to sex me when we on the phone
Style stays tragic like Magic
Some of you rappers just don't got it
Copeland Ave. makin' noise
Cool Chuck signin' off sayin' peace to the cowboys
[Tec]
I'm the ruffneck, cruise on maneur to the prosecuter
Glock 9 shotter leave you stunk like a sewer
I pack rhymes like a 9 in my holster
Put cha door up, I leave ya broker than a crack smoker
Little league MC's will freeze
Put my voice on wax and blow it up like the Japanese
Cowboys and we do it like Texas outlaws
Lettin' off four pause in the Legend
Cool Chuck, D-X, and Tec runnin' wild
Portland Ave style bury six rounds in ya crown
Fuck the hoes in the limos
It's all about the demos, order a dime to keep my mind stimo
A lethal, desert eagle, so whatever people
Ya be a cold corpse when the paramedics reach you
Cause I leak lead and niggas sleep
Get his head feet deep
Into the concrete street
Do whatever boy, do it like the cops fuck the crack slingers
Cause ain't a dollar gettin' spent when the gat stick ya
Uptown that's my project, can't stop Tec
While the triple X bin got my nine wrecked
Wild Cowboys makin' noise on the track, flip it
We represent for my boys with the gats, kick it
[Hook]
Who's is those niggas makin' all that noise
Wild Cow-boys
Who's is those kids makin' all that noise
Wild Cow-boys
I say the uptown kids got to say something
To let the hash blow without coughin' mo'
I said the cowboy kids have to say something
To let the hash blow without coughin' mo'
The song "The Hashout" by Sadat X is a rap song that talks about the life in Harlem and the Wild Cowboys gang. The song starts with a hook that talks about the noise that the gang makes, and then Sadat X starts rapping about his life in Harlem. He talks about how he grew up in a tough environment, but he has still managed to make it. He also talks about the Wild Cowboys gang and how they make their money. Shawn Black then comes in and raps about his life as a rapper and how he is not like the other rappers. He talks about the importance of money and how the Wild Cowboys are running the government. Cool Chuck then comes in and raps about his experiences as a rapper and how he wants to buy land. Tec then raps about his experiences with guns and how he is a roughneck. The song is about the life in Harlem and how the Wild Cowboys gang lives their lives.
Overall, "The Hashout" is a song that paints a picture of the life in Harlem and the Wild Cowboys gang. It talks about the struggles that they go through and how they make their money. It is a powerful and insightful song that gives listeners a glimpse into the life of the gang and the people who live in Harlem.
Line by Line Meaning
Relax B, cause ain't no got damn problem
Take it easy, there's no need to worry
Ever since I was born it was Hell up in Harlem
Life in Harlem has always been tough for me
Hot like 9-7 and I'm still point one
I'm still on fire even after all these years
Fuck with old school beats like oh check me now
I enjoy rapping over classic beats
Coup Deville for this late night poet
I drive a fancy car as a nighttime poet
Used to live on 7th, I rhymed about eights
I used to live on 7th street and rap about the number eight
Kidnappin' MC's who could not relate
I overpower and outshine rappers who can't connect with the crowd
Uptown has been my home for 25 years
I've lived and represented Uptown for a quarter of a century
20 real niggas make 40 million a year
A group of 20 genuine individuals collectively earn 40 million dollars annually
Block to block, ya gotta bubble like shampoo
If you want to succeed in the neighborhood, you must rise to the top like foam in shampoo
Niggas is gettin' ugly and life is still a gamble
People are becoming corrupted and life remains unpredictable
My crack won't sell these niggas got a lower price
My music doesn't sell well because other rappers offer it at a lower cost
It's all good so I gotta get shiest
Even though the situation is fine, I still need to be cunning and sly
AK spittin' or should I do the street sweep
Should I rap aggressively or handle things violently?
We be strapped in the tinted down black Jeep
We ride around in a black Jeep with tinted windows, armed and ready
Until X throw them lights on the low beam
Until I turn on the headlights in stealth mode
We started buckin' off shots at his home team
We began firing shots at our rivals or enemies
He wanted money but he didn't want to murder kids
He desired wealth but didn't want to harm innocent children
He wanted props but he caught slugs in his face
He sought recognition but instead received bullets in his face
Feels good representin' for my crack turf
It brings satisfaction to represent my neighborhood in my music
Ah cat daddy what have we here
Oh dear, what do we have in this situation?
Wild Cowboys scheduled to appear
The Wild Cowboys are set to make their presence known
Life's no game, I'm like the travelin' man
Life shouldn't be taken lightly, and I move around like a nomad
I'm not a gun slinger but I bring my lil' man named Rueben
I'm not someone who starts fights, but I have a loyal companion named Rueben
He'll do the poppin' then hop on the AmTrak
Rueben will handle the violence and then escape on the AmTrak train
And see ya in September when the high school starts back
I'll reunite with him in September when the school year begins again
I'm like the fun packin' rapper
I bring excitement as a rapper
Like to work the art, Napoleon Bonaparte
I master the art of rap, just like Napoleon Bonaparte mastered warfare
Couldn't lead a war to party like the General X
No one can command a party or entertain like General X
The one who protects, respects, and signin' checks
I am the one who defends, earns respect, and signs lucrative contracts
We leavin' and everybody's tore up
We're leaving and everyone is feeling joyful or intoxicated
And nobody tells you, my style can't be stored up
No one informs you that my style cannot be contained or limited
I sound like another nigga WHAT!
I don't sound like any other rapper, what did you say?
Beat cha' ass down WHAT!
I will physically assault you, what did you say?
The Great X right here is like a monument
I, The Great X, am a monumental figure in the hip-hop community
Wild Cowboys is runnin' the government
The Wild Cowboys hold significant power and influence
This one here is for the West or the East
This song is dedicated to both the West and the East regions
I roam streets, ride beats, ride freaks
I wander the streets, create music, and indulge in sexual encounters
Dust rappers like a Hoover
I defeat and surpass other rappers effortlessly
I wanna buy land, groovers just for the buddha
I desire to invest in land and create serene spaces for meditation
The microphone demander
I am the one who commands and dominates the microphone
I get into shit, get out shit call me Barry Sanders
I often find myself in challenging situations, but I can navigate through them smoothly like Barry Sanders on the football field
Wave your hand if your playas
If you're a player, raise your hand
I got the gat watch me blaze ya
I possess a firearm, and you'll witness me firing it at you
Or cut cha' face with my razor
I could also harm you by slashing your face with a razor
Tryin' hoo-rake mine, how the fuck I'ma shine
Someone is attempting to obstruct my progress, but how will I succeed?
Corny rappers leave the mic alone
Incompetent rappers should avoid touching the microphone
Cool Chuck style, stay cream like the cream on ya corn
I possess a cool style and remain smooth like the cream on corn
I made ya girl moan, sexin' me when we at home
I bring pleasure to your girl, engaging in sexual activities when we're alone
Tryin' to sex me when we on the phone
She even tries to engage in sexual talk with me over the phone
Style stays tragic like Magic
My style remains awe-inspiring and captivating like Magic Johnson
Some of you rappers just don't got it
Many rappers lack the talent and skills that I possess
Copeland Ave. makin' noise
Copeland Avenue is creating buzz and making an impact
Cool Chuck signin' off sayin' peace to the cowboys
Cool Chuck concludes his performance and bids farewell to the Wild Cowboys
I'm the ruffneck, cruise on maneur to the prosecuter
I am a tough individual, intimidating while moving towards confrontation
Glock 9 shotter leave you stunk like a sewer
I carry a Glock 9mm, and if I shoot you, you'll end up like garbage in a sewer
I pack rhymes like a 9 in my holster
I possess a plethora of rhymes, just like a gun in my holster
Put cha door up, I leave ya broker than a crack smoker
I will rob you, leaving you completely broke and desperate like a crack addict
Little league MC's will freeze
Inexperienced rappers will become frozen and unable to perform
Put my voice on wax and blow it up like the Japanese
When I record my voice on a vinyl record, it will become explosively popular like the Japanese
Cowboys and we do it like Texas outlaws
We, the Wild Cowboys, operate rebelliously and recklessly similar to Texas outlaws
Lettin' off four pause in the Legend
We fire bullets from a four-barrel shotgun in the car named the Legend
Cool Chuck, D-X, and Tec runnin' wild
Cool Chuck, D-X, and Tec are causing chaos and mayhem
Portland Ave style bury six rounds in ya crown
Using our unique style from Portland Avenue, we will shoot six bullets into your head
Fuck the hoes in the limos
We have no interest in shallow relationships with girls who ride in limousines
It's all about the demos, order a dime to keep my mind stimo
What matters most are the demo recordings, and I buy marijuana to keep my mind stimulated
A lethal, desert eagle, so whatever people
I carry a deadly Desert Eagle pistol, so people should be cautious around me
Ya be a cold corpse when the paramedics reach you
You will be dead and lifeless by the time paramedics arrive
Cause I leak lead and niggas sleep
I shoot bullets and cause others to die
Get his head feet deep into the concrete street
I will forcefully push someone's head down into the pavement
Do whatever boy, do it like the cops fuck the crack slingers
I will do anything necessary, even if it means acting like the police against drug dealers
Cause ain't a dollar gettin' spent when the gat stick ya
No money will be spent when I shoot you with my gun
Uptown that's my project, can't stop Tec
Uptown is where I belong, and you can't prevent me from succeeding
While the triple X bin got my nine wrecked
My car with the license plate 'XXX' is causing destruction with my firearm
Wild Cowboys makin' noise on the track, flip it
The Wild Cowboys are making a statement and causing a stir on this track
We represent for my boys with the gats, kick it
We represent and fight for our crew of armed individuals, understand?
Contributed by Leo T. Suggest a correction in the comments below.