Nas other songs:

 

Apostles lyrics - Fashawn, Nas & Ezri

Statik Selektah

Yeah

Uh, yeah

Filthy American nightmare, dirty, we don't fight fair

I'm talkin' old money with white hairs

Deuce deuce tucked in my Nike Airs

My name alone strike fears

To the throne, I'm an heir, debonair

Everywhere I'm posted, king like clovers

Natural, not a novice, if you haven't noticed

Explosive, West Coast shit, you gotta cope it

Ever since I went corporate, niggas wonder where the coke went

I'll bet each a bash, no one better than Fash

Biggest dog the veterinarian ever had

Veteran swag, all I'm inhaling is gas

Unleaded, that petrol, I piss on the metro

Goon, spent the afternoon with a batch of coons, passin' shrooms

Back and forth in a padded room

Insanity I embrace

Bought a new suit for the case

Plenty loot in the safe

Y'all don't hear me though

A king is often alone, even in a crowded home

He silent, let it be known

He trust nobody, not family or friends

You'd be surprised on what he relies on

Consequences of men

Who realize warmheartedness could soon betray you

It prove fatal

And soon NATO will not protect us

Who got elected? A true traitor to our respected republic

Sleep if you want, fuck it

Be my guest, sleep like an anesthesiologist put you to rest

I don't show up to events, had to grow up in the 'jects

What you expect? Execs in the game, I ain't respect

I ain't do dinners with labelheads

I knew some niggas that stayed in bed with 'em to stay ahead

And now I'm a labelhead

And I ain't sign Fash as an artist, I rock with Fash as a partner

Mass Appeal Records (Hit the record store, never let me go)

Comin' straight from Cleveland, I'm the one that they believe in

I'll deal with them heathens and them lowdown dirty demons

Ho niggas droppin' tracks, what, you got some weave in?

Y'all be way too busy chiefin', I'm busy achieving

I ain't Hannah Baker, we just need a single reason

Every season niggas creepin' through the evening, tryna get even

Wintertime freezin', summertime, niggas squeezin'

We be peekin' through the peephole, we don't even let the breeze in

Please, they could never blackball the black boy

The facts are you sharper than a tack or a hacksaw

When niggas act hard, that's when they get attack on

These women gettin' smashed on, don't get attached to 'em

I do the dash, I'm a dog, I'm a dasher

Me, Nas, and Fash talkin' fashion, like how'd this happen?

Came from a cold world so my heart adapted

I mastered the art of rappin' then I started rappin'

Once again we reveal the skill

Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal

With the mass appeal

Grass with the mass appeal

Big Nas lyrics - Nas

A man reproduces himself, through his child

So when he leave here, he can just smile

But I see fit to stay here a while

Maybe buy a timeshare somewhere

Rock bum wear, beach chair

Write a book each year

You can write yourself out of your blessings

Wreck your Lambo the first day just by driving too reckless

Time is too precious

These some obvious lessons

Please remind me to watch my step while I balance on edges

Ski on the slopes of life, slide down the ave at night

Watchin' em graffin' graffiti on walls that's the sight

Car's from Germany, I be pushin' the fastest type

Look into real estate brother, I need the askin' price

Imagine another rapper making me perspire

I got more styles and more flows, plus I'm much flyer

I got more heights to reach, but I'm already higher

I'm already on to the next thing

Peace and Bless King

Peace and Bless King

Big Nas

Old money, new money

Rap money, tech money, flex money

What's next? You funny

Me, myself, I'm the illest alive

I could do a whole album on how it feel to survive

My daughter's a businesswoman, I'm so proud of her

My son he's almost twelve and he's so knowledgeable

New music, new content, new programming

I ran the gamut

Got my hands in everything like kids with bad manners

Save the high school banter

At night school you studied my life lookin' for answers

I hear my calling, heart poundin' out my chest

Wish I could bring back X

God Bless

I don't practice, I don't remember my lines

I'm just here so I don't get fined

I'm athletic with poetics

These are alpha male alphabetics

Never touched the Rolling Stone cover but I don't sweat it

Imagine another rapper making me perspire

I got more styles and more flows, plus I'm much flyer

I got more heights to reach, but I'm already higher

I'm already on to the next thing

Peace and Bless King

Peace and Bless King

Candle Of The Devil lyrics - R-Mean, Nas & Scott Storch

Daily conversations with the higher power

You facing a soul of a rebel

So before I reach my final hour

Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil

Genocidal survivor, son of a refugee

Revolutionary my freedom come with a hefty fee

Trapped inside the mind too

Tried to talk to God

Told 'em kill all my demons but my angels might die too

Grinding since I'm age ten

Single mother households trying their best to raise men

Know this pain a vessel to gain strength

Dawg in my heart our Father's for real the farmer

Cuz what you plant is what you harvest in the field of karma

Troubled economy

Struggle and poverty embedded in my genetics

So the hustle inside of me

I just know mama was crying, see pops died young

Immortalized forever

I just go and cock my gun

As I unload and squeeze

I grab the devil by his horns, cut his throat it bleeds

Stab 'em with the shattered pieces of my broken dreams

Had to water the root of all evil it's growing seeds

Emcees know Mean go deep his soul will bleed

Speak for the wounded to move on

They say anger is grief that's been silent for too long

Became the voice of the voiceless

The voice of my people

And now my time has come

R Dash Mean The Rising Son

Tryna spark the hate, they tryna spark fights

Tryna turn my last spark to dark nights

Mean & God's Son gon' carry the cross like

Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil

I feel it's gettin' cold, they tryna reach for my soul but

Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil

Fuck it, let's go to war, I feel it deep as my scars like

Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil

They mad until you give em a bag, friendly extortion

Full magazine mangled his frame, that's his misfortune

Red wine straight outta Spain poured from a pitcher

4 hour dinners out with my niggas, pour out some liquor

You was taught to accept things you can't change, I respect that

To me nothing is monolithic

Nobody exempt from who karma visit

It's Brunello Cucinelli when the suits are double breasted

Never locked for drug possession

The Nike head

The prodigal son

Peace to Pac, to Prodigy, Pun

I chilled with each one

I put words to millions of eardrums and brains

A positive conduit for upliftment and change

Everything is a struggle but lately it's getting easy

What come easy won't last it temporarily please me

Exemplary, a visionary

Ghetto roots, tree on my boots, my kicks vary

I rep truth

Champion sweatsuits

Tea with the royal couple

So we can speak on nationwide protests erupting

And help stop the suffering

But who am I, a man from QU.NY

Until I die a humble guy

Tryna turn my last spark to dark nights

Mean & God's Son gon' carry the cross like

Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil

I feel it's gettin' cold, they tryna reach for my soul but

Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil

Fuck it, let's go to war, I feel it deep as my scars like

Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil

R-Mean

Let's go

Fuck it, let's go to war

Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil

Check lyrics - Mike WiLL Made-It, Nas & Rick Ross

(from "Creed II: The Album" soundtrack)

[Intro:]

Mike Williams

Renzel Ravioli

Uh

This come country western shit, right?

Like Quentin Tarantino

Maybach Music

[Nas:]

Yo, you ain't standing on your words

You lose respect

Man up, check

Chest out, check

Chin up, check

Discipline, check

Listening, check

Picture what your opponent is thinking inside the square

This is like chess, strategize in the ring

He trying to be a father

But he lost his father to the same thing, check

Walking on blood stained ground

Gladiator school, America

So you ain't raised no fool

Catch this fade, is you brave?

Try to know what to expect out here

Fought every fight, what's left is the fight or death out here

Try to take my last breath, my air

Had to check my fear, that's why they respect Nasir

Feel me, you all witnessing what you never seen

Needing nothing attracts everything

The resurrection of the king

Man up, check

Chest out, check

Chin up, check

Discipline, check

Listening, check

Check

Man up, check

Chest out, check

Chin up, check

Discipline, check

Listening, check

My nigga, let your nuts hang

Check

[Rick Ross:]

Dark denim jeans, boots for the winter breeze

Never on the wiretaps let's give them something they can see

Born to be a boss so nail me to the holy cross

Life is a lesson, bless a nigga with a fortune

Speak with respect, seats to the Mets

We came from the streets

You just some geeks with a check

Cuban links swing like a leech from my neck

Make a mural of my face when I'm deceased with the best

Balenciaga sneaks, Balenciaga socks

Dark-skinned nigga but the brightest in the spot

Dreaming of the top, or I mighta signed with Koch

Carol city nigga, move a mountain with a block

Virgil in the white, murdered over kite

Wholesale prices like it's FashionNova site

Doubled up the shows, then I tax them for the flights

I'm mold by the code, so don't make me ask you twice

[Nas:]

Man up, check

Chest out, check

Chin up, check

Discipline, check

Listening, check

Check

Man up, check

Chest out, check

Chin up, check

Discipline, check

Listening, check

My nigga, let your nuts hang

Check

My nigga, let your nuts hang

My nigga, let your

My nigga, let your nuts hang

My nigga, let your

Nuts hang

My nigga, let your

My nigga, let your

My nigga, let your

Nuts hang

My nigga, let your

Déjà Vu lyrics - Nas

Through the lights, cameras and action, glamour, glitters and gold

I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe

When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast

To conquer peace, leavin' savages to roam in the streets

Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun

Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisons my son

Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly

I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me

While, funny style niggas roll in the pile

Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle

Holdin' weed inside they pussy

With they minds on the pretty things in life

Gettin' props is a true thug's wife

It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in

Do a bullet, come back and do the same shit again

From the womb to the tomb, I presume the unpredictable

Gun salute life rapidly, that's the ritual

Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women

(Déjà vu)

It's like a whole new beginning

Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women

(Déjà vu)

It's like a whole new beginning

Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women

(Déjà vu)

It's like a whole new beginning

Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women

(Déjà vu)

It's like a whole new beginning

Blunts, thugs and alcohol, what a mixture

Just picture, your life as a whole judged in court, they convict ya

They tellin' you your state of mind like you worthless

So he curses, his mom sayin' Bible verses, that's all she works with

But miracles never leave the churches

Instead, it hits the pockets of the preacher just to purchase

A house with a swimming pool, labels me a sinnin' fool

I'm just a nigga who inherited a winnin' jewel

To be a trendsetter, whenever subject to

Respect this and all respect due is the essential

To street life, hustlin', the struggle, broke ghettos

Boilin' coke settles slow inside a glass kettle

Darren Levy on my TV, lifestyles of livin' easy

Got my crew tense, plottin' up gyps to get whips with BB's

Pushin' cakes, knew anorexics with ten plates

Celebratin' elevation in the seeds that we make

So how you like that?

Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women

(Déjà vu)

It's like a whole new beginning

Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women

(Déjà vu)

It's like a whole new beginning

Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women

(Déjà vu)

It's like a whole new beginning

Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women

(Déjà vu)

It's like a whole new beginning

Escobar life, gems and raw Timbs

Gators for pretty boy haters

In Vegas with chicks trickin' fortunes

I'm glistenin', housing cops whistlin'

Still I'm driftin' in a high, blunts is like insulin

95-I, I drive high, zonin'

Stash box zone in my trunk, I flash knots, teeth golden

Look at me now, Ma, blowin', but how far?

Cars, cash and bitches got me out more

And things you never dreamed I could vouch for

Snake niggas slither on they A-alikes

I ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alike

Never the one to ask for the time to a saint

A mask and nine, I think, will make my problems sink

Down a canal, similar to how we drink

Distinct diamond-flooded Sphinx shines on my links

Drug money, snortin' bitches, in the end of times

Got my nine, 'til I flatline, nigga, gimme mine

Déjà vu

EPMD lyrics - Nas (feat. Hit-Boy)

(from "Judas and the Black Messiah" soundtrack)

Hit-Boy

EPMD, we back in business

I visualize what it is, not what it isn't

We at the mafia table next to the kitchen

Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million

Look, hood theories

Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series

Gotti ran every union in the city

N-A-S do it B-I-G like Biggie, leadin' like Huey Newton did

Nigga, that's how official the revolution is

Feds holdin' cameras up and they zoomin' in

Don't be surprised when niggas show you they true intent

Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kid

While you talkin' on Clubhouse, the guns out

This ain't a audio chat, boy, this audio crack

Social media platforms they rattin' on

Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon

Some say it's Babylon, took the property over since Hampton gone

Who said we couldn't get cash as long last this long?

Platinum cars with our ratchets on

Laid back, oxblood seats with the hazards on

EPMD, we back in business

I visualize what it is, not what it isn't

We at the mafia table next to the kitchen

Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million (Oh!)

Murcielago mob flow, '20 Chevy Tahoe

Then I'm sittin' low, I am not hidin' though

Condos in different time zones (Time zones)

Way before y'all was double cuppin' the styrofoam

Come on dun, had to lay it down in layman's terms (Yeah)

Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word (Yeah)

Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse

You know my thoughts get crazy, think about shit from the '80s

Buckin' like Tom Brady, ballin' like Kyrie and KD

Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes

Way before Mike Amiris, when all the Nikes with pennies

Killin' niggas for sneakers, had to skate through the envy

Supreme sold for a few billi' (Few billi')

If I sell my masters, I need a trilli' (Need a trilli')

It was go get it, now it's gimme (Run it)

And we ain't relyin' on no stimmies

EPMD, we back in business

I visualize what it is, not what it isn't

We at the mafia table next to the kitchen

Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million

Mob shit (Mob shit, mob shit)

Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate)

You couldn't even calculate this shit

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Insurmountable shit

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Uh (Uh) it's too serious (It's too serious)

Fallen Stars Flying lyrics - Nas

(from "Between The World And Me" soundtrack)

Heavy gold chains and velours, body language boss

On this highly dangerous course between the streets and up north

Carti' specs, pray the angels direct my walk

I just talked with big homie up in federal court

He was double-crossed, nowadays staying real is a loss

'Cause cowards prey on niggas with good hearts

So I pray for them, they violate this way

I got the K for them, but I refrain from doing Shaitan's work

We doin' wrong, taking our face off Earth

Black victory, I envision Tiffany blue coupes

Angels pop out the hood like "poof," black youth

What's the science? Man, we the fallen stars flying

Black youth, flying, fallen stars

Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars flying

Angels pop out the hood like "poof"

Now-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them)

Black youth, flying, fallen stars

Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars, flying

Black youth (Flying high), fallen stars flying

Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them)

When you a strong, stand-tall soldier

They lean on you, expectin' you not to fall over

Like you never feel pressure, like you made of steel

So I absorb your pain, I like to see you chill

But the shit start weighin' on me

Liftin' you up without a day off, homie

It's gettin' hard, plus the haters on me

I met a young queen, the little girl asked for my autograph

She said my verse from "Black Girl Lost" made her find her way

She said she got tatted wings on her back

So when she want she can fly away

Black youth, flying, fallen stars

Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars flying

Angels pop out the hood like "poof"

Now-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them)

Black youth, flying, fallen stars

Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars, flying

Black youth (Flying high), fallen stars flying

Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them)

Pray for them

Pray for them

Pray for them

Pray for them

Black youth

Fallen stars flying

Angels pop out the hood like "poof"

No-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them)

Black youth, fallen stars

Black youth, fallen stars

Black youth, flying high

Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them)

Life Is Like A Dice Game lyrics - Nas (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Cordae)

Yo, yeah

It's that (Hit-Boy)

It's that

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

It's the N-A-S, yes

I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today?

(What we gonna do today?)

There's gotta be a better way (Gotta be a better way)

To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game

To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game

To maintain in the... check me out, listen, uh

Life's a gamble, although the stakes are heightened, I can handle

Any darkness that tries to penetrate, my light is ample

Set the right example, my dark dreams are divine

I live life on this earth to complete what's assigned

My mission given, I was birthed the same year as It Was Written

I been fast to intermittent to strengthen my intuition

But fuck, and sometimes, shit, you run out of luck

But how my dice roll from Domino's to Mastro's

To completin' life goals? My price rolls

As soon as I decided to never ever be misguided

I know niggas that's indicted from the shit they confided

With they best friends until they seen the paper we're writin'

Life's a bitch, disconnection is the price of bliss

Though elation often leaves the paths of righteousness

I confess, a nigga woke up feeling blessed

No stress with the freedom to express but you was dead

I wake up every morning, thinkin' what I'm bout to do today?

(What I'm bout to do today?)

There's gotta be a better way-ay

To maintain the price of fame, life is like a dice game

Hey hey hey, life is like a dice game (Yeah, yeah)

Hey hey, hey hey hey hey (You know what I'm sayin'?)

You know what I'm sayin', life is like a...

You know what I'm sayin', a dice game

But, you know I'm sayin'

I, you know I don't gamble, you dig what I'm sayin'?

I'd rather spend my money on stuff, you know

That-that-that-that pleasures me, my pleasure, you know?

Nigga we started out, hundred fifty dime bags in mama's house

Makin' five hundred a week, thinkin' bout dropping out

Sold dope in front of my brother, but he a doctor now

Fuck this weed shit, grand show me just what that rock about (Skrrt)

Whip gang, I got a thing for cooking crack mane

Fuckin' off a double and scribbles, I make it back mane

Feds with the IRS on me, they sent the tax mane

Streets code, ain't nothing cutthroat like the rap game (The rap game)

Do you wanna be in it, wanna be sinnin'?

Fuck niggas façade wanna be winnin'

I said fuck being famous from the beginning

Big Rabbit, Instagram wanna ban me for posting pictures

So I wake up every morning, thinkin' what I'm gonna do today?

(Do today?)

There's gotta be a better way

To keep changing the price of cane, life is like a dice game

I wake up, hit the collar, think of getting something new today (Something new today)

Paint the Aston Martin blue today

These niggas trippin' so I ride with that thing, life is like a dice game

I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today?

(What we gonna do today?)

There's gotta be a better way (Gotta be a better way)

To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game

To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game

Yeah

I never knock a brother, I'm anti-jail for real

Smooth criminal skill, locked in a human flesh shield

Watchin' niggas get rich beside me

Pushin' a 5 B-Y, me up in the passenger seat

But I see me as Hallie Selassie in my kingdom

Sippin' Asti Spumante, driftin', reality kicks in

I need the papes to start clickin', got a connect out in Richmond

And e'ry nigga in the fam will pitch in

It's on, word is bond

That's my name, Big Nas, all-wise to civilize

From the Northern Hemisphere of the Earth

Peace to my son and thanks to the birth of Destiny, that's her name

It's goin' on, you know my name

Big Nas in the house y'all, on the freestyle tip

When I finish this shit, it's sure to be a hit

This original recording hit the street 'round '93

Was just a leak, the verse was incomplete, reconstructed the beat

So we can fuck up the street

Back to the future, patch up the bloopers

Match up the cadence with the back in the day shit

A blast when Nasty Nas was savvier, don't act surprised

This ain't for advertise or showing off, I blast for mine

Life is a dice roll, there's money on the ground

What's gon' happen is gon' happen is a gamble all around

I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today?

(What we gonna do today?)

There's gotta be a better way

To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game (Yeah)

To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game

Life is like a dice game

Ny Se Mumbai lyrics - Nas (feat. DIVINE, Naezy & Ranveer Singh)

Naezy the Baa

बम्बई से New York

Nas मेरे साथ

DIVINE मेरा भाई

नासिर, को सलाम!

Yo!

I got eyes and ears everywhere

I see as high as the sky is

See a tick on an eagle feather

I hear with elephant ears

Hyena demeanor

Sink my teeth deep in wildebeest and eat up I mean I'm

King of the animal kingdom

Bring some bags of money

Handle with a green, son

Thoughts of a venom abandoned with a machine gun

Off course, cause I'm a product of where I came from

I'm still mourning losses, still traumatized

My psychological trauma is now monetized

My life in a rap song is idealized

The price of that rap song at Spotify

People opinion don't faze me

Dislikes don't dissuade me

Even when they try to paint me

Out to be something I'm not, I stay me

I ain't scared to be alone or with a lot of people

Great experience from both I get a lot from either

Getting closer to my goal

Rest in peace Stan Lee

I'm Peter Parker, Lamborghini by the parking meter, start the beeper

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka

It's the voice of the streets, boy!

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka

It's the voice of the streets, boy!

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka, naka

Voice of the streets, boy!

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka

Voice of the streets, boy! (Mumbai)

ज़िंदगी ये कारवाँ

ये सिलसिला जो रूकता ना!

गिरता पड़ता उठके फिर से चलता

मैं भी रूकता ना!

उस गली से जिस गली में लगती नाकाबंदी

वहाँ के बंदे लाफे जड़ते

माँ पे गाली जब भी पड़ती!

मुझको जानते है हर गली में

चल पड़ेगी जिंदगी

माँ बोलेगी आजा बेटा, तू है मेरा राजा बेटा

सब जगेंगे उस सवेरे, रात काली बीत जाए

तब लगेगी वाट सबकी

नेज़ी बा जब लौट आए!

गाने वाने लिखने का

सब पोज़िटिव इच थॉट आए

गाने वाने बेचने का महान मैं, तू कौन भाय!

बात माने तो ठीक नहीं तो

मानखुर्द में जॉब भाय!

जिंदगी को जी ले वरना

चार दिन में मौत आए!

बहोत आए बहोत गए, मेरा खाना खाए

चील चाहिए गीदड़ को, यहाँ कौआ करे काँय! काँय!

हैल्लो मेरे मतलब का तो चलो

वरना bye bye!

New York नही copy

बम्बई OG मेरा भाय भाय!

तेरे शाणे जैसे जाते ऊपर, आते नीचे

ज़्यादातर ये लोग करते बातें पीछे!

ओ यारा मेरा क्या ग़म

मिल के जो चलें करे राज हम

आँख मेरी भरे जैसे बादल !

गीत मेरे बहे जैसे सावन !

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka

It's the voice of the streets, boy!

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka

It's the voice of the streets, boy!

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka, naka

Voice of the streets, boy!

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka

Voice of the streets, boy! (Mumbai)

जब तू नन्हा मुन्ना अम्मी के अपने चद्दर मे था

मैनें पहला अपना मर्डर देखा

झोल का पैसा मेरे कमर मे था!

थाली के लिए लंगर में था

पैसा नहीं तो बोले सब्र नहीं था

कल का खाना मेरा गरम नही था

किस्से थे पर बोले कलम नहीं था

पसली दिख रहा मेरा बदन नही था

बातों में थोड़ा, वज़न देख ना!

बातों में थोड़ा, मसल देख ना!

पहले थे हम बाइक पे, अब पसंद का हम फ्लाइट लें

एड़े खोपड़ी के अभी भी मेरे साइड मे

साइड दे या चलेंगे तेरे ऊपर से!

मेरे गाने सुनने के लिए पब्लिक क्यों तरसे?

तेरे गाने सुनके कान से मेरे खून बरसे!

समझ नही आरा तो छोटे ज़रा ऊपर देख

मैं हूँ टूर पे, तू बैठा है कम्प्यूटर पे!

इंटरनेट शूटर बे, कभी मुझे छूकर देख

मेरा माल, मेरे गाने! लाले दोनों एकदम सूपर हैं

सात फिगर, हार्ड जिगर, भाग जिधर वहाँ शूटर हैं!

चल चकली, तू ख़बरी! ये दल्ले सब कबूतर हैं!

ऐतिहासिक हिट्स, फ्लो ये तेंदूलकर है॥

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka

It's the voice of the streets, boy!

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka

It's the voice of the streets, boy!

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka, naka

Voice of the streets, boy!

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets

It's the boys from the naka

Voice of the streets, boy! (Mumbai)

On My Soul lyrics - Tobe Nwigwe, Nas & Jacob Banks

(from "Transformers: Rise Of The Beasts" soundtrack)

I, oh, yeah, oh, I

I, ooh

I

Ooh (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh

On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go

Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll

On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho

Guard your grill, guard your grill

Ain't nobody out here hard to kill

The gat I pack go "pap" and peel your cap from front to back

Have you stiff or hard as steel

Ah, tuna fish my hardest meal

Stay trill when they switch to a harder skill

I'm in the field like a Buffalo Bill with a bubble-coat filled

With a couple little posts, chill

Switch it up, get direct, black and white, Michael Bibby

I get cheese with everybody, but can't do it with no Mickey

Keep a blicky on me for them serpents tryna give me hickeys

Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Well, guess what, ho, I'm the chimney, ah

Bring me the smoke and I'll build you a fire

To burn my desire, burn my desire

Bring me the smoke and I'll build you a fire

To burn my desire, burn my desire

Ooh (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh

On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go

Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll (Yeah)

On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho

Don't slander all the banter

Just one answer, I'm an animal

I'm just one man, outstandin' though

Part wolf, part king, part Hannibal

Example, proof, I'm built like I'm mechanical

On the mic, I'm a cannibal

You don't know who I'm family to

You don't know my team, you don't know what my mans'll do

Turn it up to the maximum, gorillas in the trap

But them got millions watchin' every move I make 'cause I'm what's happenin'

Got jaws droppin', autopsies, drive hard tops, got hard body

'Cause Nas told me, "Y'all problem", this high-powered, high-profit

On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go

Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll (Yeah)

On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho

On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go

Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll

On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho (What up, thun? Let's get it)

Yeah, uh

Uh-huh, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Rule The World (I Came From The City) lyrics - Nas & Michael Kiwanuka (feat. Nasir Jones as Mr. Books)

(from "The Get Down" soundtrack)

[Michael Kiwaunuka:]

Do I want to rule the world?

Or will it conquer me?

Do I [?]

Or will it turn to me?

Do I lose my mind?

Cause it's been wandering

Will they ever let me out?

I've been wondering

[Nas:]

I came from the city, yeah

I came from the city, yeah

I came from the city, yeah

I came from the city, yeah

Got my name from the city, where?

The most dangerous city, let's take a trip back

Back in the time

1977, it was maximum crime

The president neglected us, him and 6 masterminds

Six powerful men put New York through some drastic times

The rich and selfish ones feed off the welfare ones

And which borough suffered the worst? Hmm where I'm from

The Bronx

We had to rumble with rivals on the rubble

While buildings around us would crumble

I dream right but it seem like nothing find me be trouble

I see the light, it's right there at the end of the tunnel

Had to find my rope to pull me up

Cause I needed some kind of hope to fill me up

Till I met one guy, took 'em under the wing

I coulda died if this man ain't intervene

He was an orphan, my savior

Free spirited, no man braver

He was honored and gifted, his name was Shaolin Fantastic

The lady killin' romantic, can't forget the day we met

And this story be canceled but yo my life began last year

Sophomore High School, that summer I saw her, said to myself

She'll be my wife soon

[Michael Kiwanuka:]

Take me out of my self [?]

Help me lose control

Show me love, show me happiness

I can't do this on my own

Take me out of my self [?]

Help me lose control

Show me love, show me happiness

I can't do this on my own

Salute Me (Remix) lyrics - Nas, Fat Joe & Cassidy

[Swizz:]

Remix!

[Nas:]

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Yo Esco illing, Swizz Beatz illing

What more can we say, stop grilling

'Fore you get hit up, shut up good

We'll merc you in your hood

I'm Al Pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life

Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting dice

Break my cipha, I'm get at you

Slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you, splay ya'll

Too many rappers is jealous, who be gassing the fellows

Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto

Went from nasty to Esco, back to nasty

Clapping that black heat

None of ya'll are matching my level, I'm the general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

[Fat Joe:]

Nowadays I'm on some mack shit

But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks

The nigga that would soil-in your jacks

Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs

Coke so bright, it shine like white gold

And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit

Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it

Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap

Make my bitch walk the strip with no shoes on her feet

Don't front for me, you kids is not balling

If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan

Ties swollen for no man with bold plans

Sick of this rap shit that's why I listen to slow jams

I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip

Niggas think I'm Kev Childs that way I boss this shit

Dogs you's a bitch, I'm here to bring you a muzzle

Saying I'm peeping, I'mma bring you a muzzle

Get the point, General

[Nas:]

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

[Cassidy:]

It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishing

Ayo, Listen I'm the general like Tso's chicken

I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face

That I'll get in that ass like preparation H

The weapon the waist and I spray guns off

Cause if its beef, I'mma be on top of it like A-1 sauce

Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me)

My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee

See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be

Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me

You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you

I'll let the water boil, cook in a quarter in the oil

I had it for sell, but ya'll faggots would tell

Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle

I ain't gonna back in a cell, you rat and you did

Fuck a vest, put a bullet-proof hat on your head

When I'm clapping the lead, I'll murder a nigga

And if he say "he ain't the feds", then I'm serving the nigga

I'm thristy for the change, playing games ain't a issue now

A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now

I got that coke and that haze on my grillizy now

We going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now

They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine

Uh, its the last days, end of time

The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon

They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime

So you know they gonna start to rob

And steal for a mil when its dinnertime

YOu still spending time focusing on dumb shit

On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit

What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on

Jump into a casket and get your die on

Shine On 'Em lyrics - Nas

(from "Blood Diamond" soundtrack)

They dug me out the soil in the mines of the motherland

Now I'm misplaced, one hand to another hand

Illegal smugglin', people strugglin'

Wish they could just throw me back in the mud again

Yeah, guess that's how we got here

Slave trade then the diamond trade

Every child's afraid

When his mother and father get sprayed

Forced in the army, young killer brigade

Gets a new name and then he give his nose glue

'Til his mind can't take what he's gon' through

Lookin' in that dirt for that ice so blue

Then the royal family, the ice goes to

And this thing has to change, feelin' half-ashamed

As I rap with my platinum chain

When you shop for a gift for me

You think about the misery?

The same way we made Apartheid History

We can do the same thing to the conflict ice

But everybody wanna shine, right?

Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead

Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed

Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead

Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed

They wanna shine on 'em

Shine on 'em [7x]

My VVS glimmers on my chest

200-thou-encrusted watch on my wrist

I wonder how people starve to death

When God bless the land that lacks the harvest

The stone's equality, but they homes are poverty

And the whole world ignores the robbery

Bought my girl pretty rocks when she's mad at me

Tear-drop shaped, uh, perfect clarity

It shocks, so many are killed annually

'Cause of greed, lust, and pure vanity

Stop talkin' and do somethin' about it

Every holiday season, jewelry stores crowded

Kids snatched from their homes, mutilated alive

Husbands separated from wives, keep a Jesus piece to be fly

But back in the day there was a time when they called us shine

Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead

Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed

Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead

Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed

They wanna shine on 'em

Shine on 'em [7x]

The Foulness Pt 4 (Final Chapter) lyrics - Nas

Nas

Desert Storm

Firm Biz

Platinun

What the deal is?

We can take it back to blocks to all gods that used to slap box

They after your chain, Q-trains, playing the last stop

But regardless of rain or mad hot

It never mattered

Life just pussy and cable, plus they labeled me 'Savage'

For the love of it

Till my death day, they stay on some other shit

Pops shoot, second nut, inherited his stubbornness

Skies are grayer, my whole clique despise the Mayor

With dreams to excel, politicking amongst the wisest players

Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up

Private affairs, confide to my pairs

News Years to Hanukkah

The streets are a death trap

Creep chickens to where I rest at

Chiba-tricking, now it's 3 positions, some even blessed that

It's only right though

I like em light, thin, and type psycho

Bony nails, ponytails, lusting for white gold

Her ass bet my life on the dice roll

You know the steela

Who rightfully, should never bite the hand that feed ya

React like what? Clean cut

Act up, royal as King Tut

Diamond cut teeth, beef what?

I know some crews who go through cars like shoes

Some niggas make the news

Wild as animals, with sabretooth on the A-venues

And V-waves, same shit from my pops days the these days

And PJs, I concentrate on how the weed strays

Unlike the thoughts of many, unfortunately

A lot of friends will enter pensive force to hit me

Iceberg, eyes blur

Flights to Pittsburgh with this bird

Got a room sign on the door, 'Not to disturb'

We twist herb

Listen to rumors that this bitch heard

Some of them absurd, some made me say 'Word?'

Dozed off, clothes off

Hoping to make moves to the pawn shop and drive slow North

Make it home and get these fo-fos off

Word up

Gotta get this shit right, Nature

Need the paper, Desert Storm everywhere

The Firm is everywhere what?

Bring it to the tables like this Major Boy

Bring it to the tables

Stay on some gat shit, peep The Firm top draft pick

Collapsed on the opposition, soldiers is captured

God explain it, we rollers are the ones through endangered

Bitches are halitosis, I post bail during arraignment

24/7 have the same shit, another customer

Posing as a decoy, partner kinda muscular

I buy and bust, tussle my way up out the iron cuffs

Narcs is jumping out the sky, knowing I supply the stuff

They fuckin' shiesty, identify me by my Nikes

Dice one against the grain, ice chain, nice in a price b

Extortionist, constantly tossed by crooked officers

They swarmed with fortress, caught em hopping outta Corsica's

Niggas is folding, phony credential VISA is stolen

Can't even speak right plus keep cracks beneath ya scrotum

Seek advice in the streets like we righteously on stolen land

Escaping out of state snakes, the home of Sam

Forever roll with fam, no rest it's just my destiny

Effortlessly finesse the recipe

'Til my death day forever fresh

Stay Firm, pushing G.S. threes

Who checking me? I call the play, you set the D

Fuck a ref, toe to toe son we hold it down successfully

Nas (Nature)

Just cooling in the place

(Word, put shit in their proper perceptive, god)

Driving fresh Benzes and Ranges

(Fucking faggot)

What you talking about son?

Yo only thing we strung out on is music

And you strung out on ours motherfucker!

The Tide lyrics - Hit-Boy x Nas

Baby, baby, baby

Baby, baby, baby

Tsunami

Surf, yeah, gang

I caught the bus in the cold, 'fore I ever touched the icy watch

Stood on my square, now these niggas want me stuck in a box

Checkin' the rear-view in the Urus, had to circle the block

'Cause when you make it from the bottom, they gon' come for your top

Yeah, when you doin' you, they don't like that shit

I hold it down for the clique, with the types of grit

G-Malone CD playin', white lightnin' sticks

While I twist another rapper and I fire that shit, for real

This make me wanna get some game from OGs, you don't know me

They sleepin' on me, that's the main reason, I don't sleep

The times that we livin' in, it could get frightenin'

Imagine seein' Tupac body on IG

How they did PnB, how they did Takeoff

They'll take a hundred years to prove to niggas they ain't soft

Big Hit', sittin' in a hole as I write this

Holdin' your wrist-high, these days is a high risk

So the only thing I trust is my instincts

I'm squintin' through the peep hole, nigga, I've been peeped

All I gotta do is keep movin' intently

And if I go today, I'll live through C3 and this beat

And if I go today, I'll live through C3 and this beat

And if I go today-

Vocal chords got insurance, not Superman or Invincible

Family we ain't see in decades, say he don't give to you

Good ol' boy system, it's still shittin', per usual

Broadway lights, Nas is ghetto-like, that's the musical

Another statement from the kid who made the fade famous

From the Bridge, swirl, sniff, sip reds - Bailey, Caymus

Her BFF's so beautiful, told her "I need the two of you"

We only gettin' older, one day this shit'll be over

Four seasons in Costa Rica, she pretty as Mona Lisa

Yellin' at me on the yacht, fuckin' my inner peace up

Quickly forget a diva, and you don't forget either

They bite the hand that feed 'em, your man is low-key competin'

Be somebody you helped, that got beside theyself

Movin' like it's bodies under they belt

Puttin' problems on you, they couldn't juggle theyself

That's how y'all give it up?

Do anythin' to feel a rush, well, go 'head then live it up

That's why the only thing I trust is my instinct

You squintin' where you see me, I'm so bright and I've been peeped

All I gotta do is keep movin' immensely

If I go today, I'll live through Knight and Destiny

Sink or swim, nigga

Surf or drown

I stand above the surface, another purchase

I know my purpose, hoppin' out in retro Jordan 1's

Six-figure whips, my nigga, we all in one

I count up a milli', don't care if it's all in ones

I take it all in hundreds, anythin' less, that ain't gon' cut it (Cut It)

Took over the game, I'm havin' my way with it

Fuck is they sayin'? This shit is outrageous

It's niggas, don't even get fly as my baby is

This shit is easy, I go the craziest (Crazy), craziest

I go insane, that should be my alias

I can't explain it, sit back in amazement (Amazement)

We really made it, tappin' my cleats, I'm ridin' the basis

Stuck to the basics, baby, two-faced it

Hitters weren't loyal to some of these dudes

I used to tapes with, they gotta face it

Where do I start? They gotta set me apart

Y'all make music, I make art, it's straight from the heart

It's straight from the soul, I'm makin' it known, they gettin' exposed

I live by the cold, they subject to fold, I get to the o's, o's, o's, o's

Surf or drown

I stand above the surface, another purchase

I know my purpose, hoppin' out in retro Jordan 1's

Six-figure whips, my nigga, we all in one

I count up a milli', don't care if it's all in ones

Tomorrow lyrics - John Legend, Nas & Florian Picasso

[John Legend:]

You're the new wave forming

You're the new day, darling

Ask you what is your name, what do they call you?

You said they call me tomorrow

[John Legend (Nas)]:

Hello to tomorrow

Hello to tomorrow

Can't wait to get started

Can't wait for tomorrow, tomorrow (It's on), oh-yeah

[Nas:]

Yeah, just twelve hours from now

After the sun go down

After barrels of laughter, after barrels of fun

Goodbye to yesterday, I'm proud

To God's grace, I bow

Like the cicada bug makes that sound

Loud in the trees down south

It's how I be unseen, but they hear me out

I can see my dreams lucid

If you're happy, homie, then prove me, take it to a new crib

Pack your things and move in, tie up all the loose ends

Stop whatever's not progressive, learned a lot of lessons

People ain't know they was teachin', but they still were

I don't let no one deceive me on my real worth

I put in real work, live in a real world, standing ovation

Brandon Lee's bullet was a manifestation

I hope I get a sign like when I don't have my phone

And I still feel a buzz, that's a phantom vibration

[John Legend:]

Hello to tomorrow

Hello to tomorrow

Can't wait to get started

Can't wait for tomorrow, tomorrow, oh-yeah

[Nas:]

Try eliminating

All the stress, so happy I'm hyperventilating

Hello, hello, hello, eliminatin' tequila

Anything you ain't needin', let go, let go, let go

Let's go to Hawaii, rent a boat to show off your body

The miserable want company, homie, please don't invite me

I do not dwell, If ever the plot fail

I'm hollerin', the trails was next to pop, yeah

On a yacht, yeah, everything top-tier

Pablo Picasso, art and Nasir

John Legend, y'all take a deep breath

And inhale what this is givin'

'88 world series, Kirk Gibson (Uh), this different (Uh)

This is up a notch for true musicians

This song exists in a new dimension

So say it with us

[John Legend:]

Hello to tomorrow

Hello to tomorrow

Can't wait to get started

Can't wait for tomorrow, tomorrow

Hello to tomorrow

Hello to tomorrow

Can't wait to get started

Can't wait for tomorrow, tomorrow, oh-yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

What You Gonna Do lyrics - Nas (feat. The Bravehearts)

(from "Baller Blockin'" soundtrack)

Straight out of QB niggas

This is Nas, lo

With my Braveheart niggas

Jungle, Wiz and Horse

Fuckin' with these Ca$h Money Millionaires

So what y'all gonna do about that

Niggas

We on your block

We got rocks

You got robbed

The man got shot

That nigga's dead

Come get revenge

We getting money

We in the Benz

We drive cars

We fuck your hoes

We taking charge

We getting dough

Y'all niggas pussy

I cut your face

I'm in your hood

Every fucking day

Yeah what up nigga I'm back

Fuck you got the mac

Touch you and them niggas you with

The bigger your clique the bigger my clip

The bigger my gun them niggas I'm with is Horse and Jung

And of course you'll become a corpse if you fucking with me

The 44 caliber killer don't tussle with me

I been to war couple of times slept in the cold

Shed tears seen it all been outside for years

What this life mean to y'all?

Money ice and cars busting nuts in broads

Never trusting god

You better trust him had with you when you hustling

It was him that kept me alive when niggas was busting

He ain't gonna save you so when I AK you and spray you

I run in your spot and take all what's yours

So you lay on the floor we expanding

What you gonna to do about it nigga?

Not a damn thing

We on your block

We got rocks

You got robbed

The man got shot

That nigga's dead

Come get revenge

We getting money

We riding in the Benz

We drive cars

We fuck your hoes

We taking charge

We get the dough

Y'all niggas pussy

We cut your face

We in your hood

Every fucking day

What the fuck y'all was born brave?

I put a slug through your cornbraids

Summertime broad day

You get your face blown right at the pay phone

I got big guns that break bones

Beef with me you take home to your family

Bullets fly randomly

Wet you like hard rain

Bravehearts gangbang

Yo last night it was on niggas came pistols drawn

Popping off I had to run they shot one the kid is gone

Niggas quick to get it on know the block I'm living on

Queens bridge murders kings live merciless

Heartless crazy Mercedes the projects young killas OG's enemies targets

Blow weed henessee more beef let it be

No chance of wetting me I hold heat in the streets

Rolls Royce drop top cruising where the women be

Last nigga fucked around hes a hood memory

Fresh Nikes wife beater Knicks jersey white sneakers

Heavy like an ice freezer deadly not nice either

I'll fuck the ho with pussy that's mind blowing

Do my thug dance in clubs with my nine showing

Niggas tell they hoes, "Why you fucking with Nas?

He just gonna nut on your eyes

Have you suck all his guys

And also he say when you done cussing his by"

You ain't thugging you lie bitch

Brave 'til we die bitch

[?] a nigga that would kill something over something small

The one you can't [?] with unless you paid in full

The one that hold grudges cause gun games for free

The only thing you wetting and splitting is [?]

I'm the one that lift the skirts up on fake ass rappers

That be killing for a long time but now it don't happen

All them tough guys is wanksters they [?] me in their songs

I'm a Braveheart 'til death so I got to die strong

A big man that's troublesome and follow no rules

Run through crews after smoking blunts and sipping on brews

Disrespecter pistol whipping hustlers for their cheddar

The deebo of the rap game but walk with a Beretta

My heart is made of stone my eyes is filled with blood

Survivors of the street wars y'all niggas know what's up

From the projects to penthouse y'all niggas better look out

Before these Braveheart motherfuckers put they gun in your mouth

We on your blocks

We got Glocks

You get robbed

The man get shot

That nigga's dead

Come get revenge

We getting money

We riding in the Benz

We drive cars

We fuck your hoes

We taking charge

We getting dough

Y'all niggas pussy

We cut your face

We in your hood

Every fucking day

We in your hood

Every fucking day niggas

Every day niggas, huh

Look around niggas

We on top

What you gonna do about it nigga?

What you got to say about it nigga?

That's right

That's right

Run all over y'all niggas

What y'all gonna do about it? Nothing

Bunch of corny ass phony ass niggas

Get brave nigga we brave nigga (Bravehearts!)

Brave to the death baby

(Bravehearts!)

Wrote My Way Out lyrics - Nas (with Dave East, Lin-Manuel Miranda & Aloe Blacc)

(from "The Hamilton Mixtape")

("I wrote my way out")

When the world turned its back on me

I was up against the wall

I had no foundation

No friends and no family to catch my fall

Runnin' on empty, th'was nothin' left in me but doubt

I picked up a pen and "I wrote my way—" out

I picked up the pen like Hamilton

Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em

No political power—just lyrical power

Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours

Schemin' on a come up, from evening to sun up

My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger

Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence

Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant

Flickerin' lights inside my project hall

Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long

And '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on

Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds

Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at

I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app

I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens

The definition of what It Was Written means

Know what I mean?

("I wrote my way out")

When the world turned its back on me

I was up against the wall

I had no foundation

No friends and no family to catch my fall

Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt

I picked up a pen and "I wrote my way—" out

I really wrote my way up out of 6E

Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me

Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed

Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen?

At sixteen, arrested in housin', trip to the mountains

Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses

Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit

The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch

Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans

Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border

That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape

Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak

I persevered, composition, I kept it close

Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear

Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it

Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window closin'

This poetry in motion, I'm a poet

("I wrote my way out")

When the world turned its back on me

I was up against the wall

I had no foundation

No friends and no family to catch my fall

Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt

I picked up a pen and I wrote my way out!

High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck

Runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check

My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak

In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back

Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'

"Oh, you think you smart?"—Blaow!—start bleedin'

My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back

Sister tapped my brains, said, "Pssh—you'll get 'em right back."

Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in

The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless

These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?

"Damn, you got no chill," fuckin' right—I'm relentless

I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery

So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery

This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers

And if he can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and

Shine a light when it's gray out?

("I wrote my way out")

Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm

No lovin' arms to keep me warm

This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear

I can do without, I'm here (I'm here)

'Cause "I wrote my way—" out!

"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"

"I wrote my way out of the pro—"

"—wrote—"

"—wrote my way out of the projects"

"—pick—"

"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"

"I wrote my way out of the—"

"—wrote—"

"—wrote my way out of the—"

("I wrote my way—")

"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"

"I wrote my way out of the pro—"

"—wrote—"

"—wrote my way out of the projects"

("I wrote my way out")

"Really, I saw, like, a hole in the rap game, so, if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective."

("I wrote my way out")

"I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it. Tell the real story."