Junkie lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier

I kept telling myself I was gonna kick, but I never did

I'm a junkie, I'll be a junkie the rest of my life

I let the flow go where it wanna go, back with Preemo

Let's do it for days of B, I, G, yeah

I 3D printed the studio, D&D reinvented

Me and you know who, Preem, and yeah, y'all, it's been a minute

Come up to the fourth floor through the door, Preemo renamed it

Now it's headquarters under a new __cpLocation

We aliens like a deity, trust

Man, I have standards, I'm the G-O-D, uh

Bruh, I'm supposed to big kick this habit

Done with it, had my fun with it

Hard to let it go, how could you when you in love with it?

Once upon a time, I couldn't start my day without it

I played it every morning loud while I'm ironing my outfit

In my car just zoning out, straight hot boxing

I need that real dope, I cannot fuck with Suboxone

Medications, they just don't work, my body jerks

R&B playing constant is how I got through the hurt

808 addictions, sound of a DJ mixing

Had to stay away from my young boy 'cause all he listens to

That gritty, that raw, intense, hardcore

But makes me wanna put them on to some much harder songs

I consult a physician, prescribe me a pill

How do I cope? I could die on this hill

Find a rehab for beats and lyrics

A treatment center, counselors said I should be speaking better

Hi, I'm a rapaholic, only been sober since my last installment

Need music with substance, so it's abuse they call it

I'm still sick, hello everybody, now I sit

We all in this circle together, ain't that a bitch?

I brought my brother here with me, his name is Chris

He got a habit just like me, he cannot kick

So again, be smart, 'cause this is fun for me

No matter how nice you are, don't come for me

I'm still a junkie, hip-hop junkie

I need it in my arteries, it keeps calling me

And that's serious as a heart attack

I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact

I came from the bottom

I need it in my arteries, it keeps calling me

And that's serious as a heart attack

I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact

I came from the bottom

I need it in my arteries, it keeps calling me

'88 Rucker Park trucks and cars, hustlers they were stuntin hard

Thousand people, cops, hottest summer, y'all

Fresh out the subway cars, young Esco, no bum dress flow

Shopped on '25 to Nike Dunk the God

Stompin' was a little conscious monster

Educated ignorance, lion head, bring on the index flex

Let's get into it bought books caught jux

Stuck between living clean and overcoming lawlessness

Tryna balance

The constitution writers knew the truth but some are liars

A jambalaya combined with crime and the law abiding

Something they saw in N-A-S and then Sony signed him

I'm just a humble giant

Stumble but fall forward, never backwards

What is your dream? I'm my great-great-grandfathers dream

One thing when you make yourself too accessible

Some could lose respect and think less of you

The music electrocutes, it's 'cause I'm a junkie

And that's serious as a heart attack

I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact

I came from the bottom

I need it in my arteries, it keeps calling me

And that's serious as a heart attack

I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact

I came from the bottom

I need it in my arteries

It's 'cause I'm a junkie