My Life Is Real lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
What a life
It's true that they underestimate you
My life is real
So I'm fronting on 'em every chance I get, to be honest
Wavy hair, mystique, up in this bitch deep
Chain with some sick feet, corner of 10th street
Scoop me in the MPV, I'm holding big heat
Soloist, vocalist, maestro, this fish grease
Rest in peace, Polo, he see us, I was just with G
Just like Ron E, me and Preem, this history
Young ones, abuelas, Jesus candles, bodegas
Hallways playing some Gangstar, who was there? They gon' say Nas
Look at us now, De La, Mobb, Rae, Ghost and Rick
Big up Big L, Prodigy, Trugoy, they live
Martyrs, if you will, a legend has it cartel
I'm on jets with giants, I'm Bill Parcell
PTSD, project trauma still dwells
Happiness gotta be in you, money can't help
So salute to the men that never hit the pen black
We got to the bread and still live to spend that
What a life
I'm a man, I'ma die about it
Feel the pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it
Tell the truth, 'cause ain't no reason to lie about it
Invisible fingers playing chords on my haunted piano
I'm a man, I'ma die about it
Feel the pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it
Tell the truth, 'cause ain't no reason to lie about it
Invisible fingers playing chords
Already classic before you heard it
The spoiler was all my feature verses
I lined it up kinda perfect and then I hurled it
Rhymes in my minds like pearls and oysters
Boss of bosses, Morpheus on my bullshit
The illest style right here till I got white hair
Getting foul type stares, we ahead lightyears
We come out, the shift starts, so let the fifth spark
Turn the light switch off, drive a block, switch cars
Toss the face mask and gloves, damn, I just caught a buzz
Pulled another hit on the beat, guess who the victim was?
Guess who get reconfigured? The whole industry does
Premier, you my nigga because we became the men our mothers prayed for
Maybe even exceeded their expectations or
Maybe they always knew, while tying up our baby's shoes
What was waiting that brewed and the souls of a chosen few
This ain't just talk, it's true, what a life
I'm a man, I'ma die about it
Feel the pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it
Tell the truth, 'cause ain't no reason to lie about it
Invisible fingers playing chords on my haunted piano
I'm a man, I'ma die about it
Feel the pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it
Tell the truth, 'cause ain't no reason to lie about it
Invisible fingers playing chords
My life is real
GiT Ready lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
Get ready
Yo, Preem, give me that turn around
Yeah, that's it
Jesus, the king outta Queensbridge
At ease us with your lyrical thesis
Me? Just chilling, buildings, high ceilings
Billions in my vision, please, I'm from the Ps
VVS arm freeze, VSOPs, trees
Esco, Pablo, Silked out in Cabo
The prettiest, high tech like Nvidia
Just that smart, I know a little about a lot
When you come from less, you learn particular plots
From whippin' in pots, checkin' in on parlays and parfaits how my days start
We on playa shit
Dinner's comped, we leavin' big tips
I taught some of y'all how to eat, but I won't trip
Taught some of y'all how to dress, but some of y'all still a mess
Serial investor, serial killer threat
Turn Ether to Ethereum, y'all wanna bet?
I got a crypto key, it come with a password
Then I flip that key to digital cash, word
But then I get bored of that, it's too small, I'm off of that
Cigars in the roof now, midtown where the office at
Mr. Cryptocurrency Scarface
Pay that nigga his chips (Yeah)
I lay criminal lines down over more bass
The boom, the bip, the boom-bip
Mr. Cryptocurrency Scarface
Pay that nigga his chips (Yeah)
I lay down digital lines over more bass
Think it's a shame these kids ain't see no freakniks
DC Howard homecomings and wild weekends
Youngster said, "When I'm grown, I'm comin'"
Then got grown, start clubbin' and doin' drugs we wasn't
When I was young, I only wanted Möet
I only saw the next ten minutes, ADHD I guess
Things done changed, now I wanna add an extra zero, be the hood hero
Turbo Maybach V-12 go 0 to 60 in less than 4 seconds
We move no less than four weapons (Pow, pow)
This ain't no contract killers, this ain't the drug trade
No chainsaws, cocaine wars, no bloodstains
I'm from the block with a chain, this a new blockchain
But my portfolio is many things
From quantum computing to biotech 'cause it's life improvin'
Degradable plastic trash removin'
And when the market is down, it's like a hustle when no coke is around
Your palms itch when opportunity's found
It's Mr. Cryptocurrency Scarface
Pay that nigga his chips (Yeah)
I lay criminal lines down over more bass
The boom, the bip, the boom-bip
Mr. Cryptocurrency Scarface
Pay that nigga his chips (Yeah)
I lay down digital lines over more bass
NY State Of Mind Pt. 3 lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
Yo, Preem, play me that Billy Joel joint
Some folks like to get away, take a holiday from the neighborhood
Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood
But I'm taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line
I'm in a New York state of mind
Steel toe construct' walk, Nike shorts at night it caught
Stress'll cut your life short
I'm from egg rolls and duck sauce
Where the feds rolled on Dutch Shultz City Island and Sei Less
Plenty talented kids, stay blessed, gamble and make bets
Throw on some DMX his words, they live in all of us
Some get deported, some die young, but it's all a rush
On Part Two, I left you with two of my friends
And now our goals is that our sons don't end in juvenile pens
Rikers should be closed, MDC to Beacon
Wear ice if you real, or they'll rob you and pawn your piece in
If you was locked down for a while, it's a different place now
They building hotels where it once was a devil's playground
Michelin star's cool, but the streets is cooking that beef stew
That chopped cheese too
Screwface how we smile
They want us gone, but that's fine
'Cause we really outside for now and all time
That New York state of mind
Some folks like to get away
Part Three, three times for NYC
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood
What a city
But I'm taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line
Knicks, Mets, Yanks, Jets, Nets, Giants, Islanders, Rangers, the World
I'm in a New York state of mind
And we got fit jumping up
Hittin' pull-ups and dips on scaffoldings
Potholes still be hard on our whips
Never ending nightlife, supermodels, events, some art galleries
I can name some clubs that no longer exist
The Limelight, The Tunnel, and The Palladium
All night we stayed in them fly
Wave in the sky if you was made it in NY
And wouldn't trade it to the day that you die
The most hated and I think we know why
Now, rappers we know as legends drift and float to Heaven
Some are living in present-day I miss '87
In Queens, was a teen then, a kid with a chain
Holding a pen and wrote pain, we'll never see this again
So I let Ring replace the peep holes, I'm suited in boutique clothes
We're just inclined to defeat foes
The five boroughs where real life is defined, y'all know the time
When I'm in the New York state of mind
Some folks like to get away
The opposition teams walk in the garden, mockingly rockin' Timbs and the Nas tee
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
They only trolling and that's fine, 'cause we outside for the third time
Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood
But I'm taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line
That New York state of mind, wipe your feet when you step in my house though, ha, ha ha
I'm in a New York state of mind
Let them know! Yeah
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind
Welcome To The Underground lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
Okay, we gotta go deep, deep, deep to the underground
Take every breath out of my body if I don't stay real, for life, yeah
Turn it up, turn it up, yeah
Welcome to the underground, that basement life
Way underneath the earth
Dig up dirt, termites and baby mice
Scattering below the surface
We deep in the soil, we jackhammerin' to the core of it all
Avoiding the laws, outside the cornerstores with the raw
Take me back again, before ice around me
On stage performing while they fighting around me
Later somebody gun popped
The good old days, we from the streets
Making plays, either you grind or you incomplete
Open the year '86 Lafite
For the time that the team was confined to four walls and now we meet
How about it for the real? Now I can fly to Saudi
Doing deals, coming back, whole fam showered in souvenirs
If my kids are nepo babies, it was destined
And they blessed, let 'em go crazy
Healing is important, live it if you talk it
Children get the short end of the stick, let's make better choices
And everything costs, there's a price just to breathe
Everything gets taxed, nothing in life's free
So ain't nobody stealing my peace, I'm still a beast
If I gotta put a piece in somebody grill and release
Figurative speech, picture me a civilian packing heat
Back in the days, waves, immature, naiveté
By the tender age of 12, around some men who made
Made it through situations that was inhumane
Eatin' twelve course dinners, look how the menu change
But the men ain't changed
Yeah, welcome to the underground
Coming straight from the underground
Coming straight from the underground
A 24-carat go-to-war addict
Manic, way beyond boss status
I need a room with the walls padded about mine
Cops used to pat us down
Old straps, we got passed down
From old legends, let us hold they weapons
They saw in us the coldness that was in they essence
Hear the street confessions
If you kill a legend, now you a legend
The one who take out a legend
He next to be a legend, allegedly
Yeah, enamored, feel it?
I channel through the annals of the life of Ali
My spirit animal
Fearless ice grill your camera crew
Epitomized, personified, an open letter to multiple golden eras that ended
I go forever
Official tissue, life-changer, masterpiece theater
Fuck your candy-ass Grammy grabs
I open fire like Panthers behind sandbags
With my comrades, onslaught
Turn you corny nigga to cornstarch
I lead and you just go with it
The one who clashed with the whole system
Since I entered the scene I just roll different
Now they code switching
They soul missing
A Catholic preist appears in your mirror
Y'all awaited Preem and Nas like it's Detox
Forget the drum machine when Preem could just do the beatbox
Or bang on the top of a table, let his house key knock
And I can freestyle, they can't see Nas
Welcome to the underground
Coming straight from the underground
Coming straight from the underground
Madman lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
And how do you feel about the music business now in general right now
In comparison to before when you first started?
Well, there's much more respect, they respect it as, as an art form now
How, what were the feelings back then when you first started?
Nigga music
I don't give a goddamn
It's-it's-it's Nas
Muderous material made by a madman
I don't give a goddamn
It's-it's-it's Nas
Muderous material made by a madman
Let's cop acres, I do this for thinkers, salute to Sasha Jenkins
And door knocker fly ladies, Gucci link gangsters
And rappers that use one producer
You know that Metro Boomin and Future, we still don't trust you
Didn't start it but I boosted it, gigured I'd bring it back since
Multiple hit makers on one album, I introduced it
In fact, everything in my head made bread
The LPs alone'll get me some Beverly Hills spreads
But still nothing is sweet, you can tell by just bumpin' this beat
Still Nasty since '91, nothin' competes
Before Snoop, before Wu, before Big
There was this young kid with small dreads from the Bridge
It's Nas
Preem, how many times I gotta tell 'em?
I don't give a goddamn
It's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em?
Murderous material made by a madman
It be tradition, hate they wishin' on me
They try to switch the story, so they don't look like a bitch in the story
It's my life, not a third party witness's story
Some heard somebody heard something different, distorted version of the truth
It's murder in the booth
Word to Lorenzo-Irv, the Benz swerve
Got ink on the sheets, the wings from an angel swings
What's beef? Rest in peace Stack and Chinx, Queens!
Flyest ever, Russia diamonds in Italian sweaters
Indian gold with the highest of bettors
The winner's circle, I remember the win was respected
And we championed for those who had came and collected
For my Gs with that money cologne, bring honeys home
I made smashes with Poke and Tone
They used to harass me, "When you gon' get up with Preemo and Zone?"
Almost 30 years, people won't leave us alone
And I'm grateful, middle fingers up to the hateful
I don't give a goddamn
It's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell em?
Murderous material made by a madman
Follow the leader like E and R, let's get em
I don't give a goddamn
It's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em?
Murderous material made by a madman
Pause Tapes lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
Remember the first time I made a beat, I had a cassette player in my grandma's crib
I didn't have all the extravagant equipment
You know this is back in the late 80's
And I used to listen to music on the radio that I liked
You know, particularly old school, like 70's
And I would record it, and then after I recorded a certain part that I liked
I would record, loop, record, loop, record, loop until it just became one beat
And you know that was the beginning of me making beats
Record loop
Record loop
Record loop
Record loop
Record loop
Record loop
Record loop
It's a drive-in movie
No roofs on a bunch of Benzes
Let's try to reimagine the passion when I got in this
A Panasonic with a tape recorder
Try to level the treble and bass in order
The station sound distorted
I moved the dial to improve the sound
Years later got a Sony stereo system
No comparison with the boombox, my living room knocks
My nigga, Mayo next door, he bangin' on the wall
Told us to stop, take me back, drugs and money, we cruddy
Lungs smoky, fiends in the hallway bummy
Just finished a OE, music savin' our lives
Just listenin', getting fried to underrated MCs
Spraying something to hide the aroma, still in my mom's crib, was young and lazy
Quit school 'cause I needed fly shit, the fiends would page me
Not trying to be locked on a bid, Queens' crazy
Guess jeans and Polo jacket
Just in the crib causing all this racket
Always knew I was the verbal assassin
Submerged in a very dirty world but only was half in
That's when I had an epiphany
Kane went last on The Symphony
If I could set a posse cut off, that'd be my entry
Pickin' up the stereo's remote control quickly
Ron G's in the cassette deck, rockin' the shit, G
A surprise, I opened a bombshell in my mind
Tells me I could hook a beat up for myself to rhyme
My mom's hall closet and boxes, all kind of shit
Johnny Taylor records and some good Grover Washingtons, I'm locking in
Grab a piece of vinyl drop the needle at the top
Listen for a beat to rock, ninety minute tape, I got
Enough time, play it one time, four bars, press record
Then press pause, then restart
Record, loop, repeat
Do that 'bout twenty times, yo, I made my first beat
Pause tapes
Pause tapes
Rewind it
Record loop
Record loop
Record loop
Writers lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
Writers
Writin' my name in graffiti
Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti
Writers
Writin' my name in graffiti
Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti
I'm hard to read like graffiti
Here's my Galactican citizenship card
Interplanetary mission, I've been discharged to hit y'all
No ancillary staff will assist me
I'm about to show you what that writer's list be
See, I'm a writer in rap form
But these are writers that bomb trains and subway platforms
Courageous, bravest, street creators
They synonymous with DJs, rappers, and breakers
Arms folded, jail poses, ill portraits
Foster kids mixed in with the ill-fortuned
Fat laces, back in the day shit, calligraphers
Taggin' they names, puttin' they signatures in places
Courtyards, sports bars, landmarks, tan Clarks
Jams in the park, they doing art
Big bubble letters all over the city
I see it up in high places, wonder how they did it
Admit it, I always wished that I could do the same
But now the mic is a marker, I'm taggin' up names
Sometimes at night, I would walk with a pen, with a marker, or even some chalk
Writin' my name in graffiti
Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti
Sometimes at night, I would walk with a pen, with a marker, or even some chalk
Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti
I'm hard to read like graffiti
Henry Chalfant made Style Wars
A young Kay Slay tag was Dez, go check it out, y'all
Zephyr got a Z sprayed on his back
Sleep by the train tracks in Wildstyle, straight outlaws
Zorro is Lee Quinones
Shout to Saint, Blade, Ink, Seen Cave, Crash, and Topaz
Shoutin' out Taki 183
Cornbread straight out of Philly, Phase 2 out of NYC
The mic is a marker, I'm taggin' more names
Quick and Fuzz, and Cool Sphere out of Queens
Case 2, Easy, Cap, Ghost, Germs
If you into art you should be concerned
These are some of the kings of the graff'
And there's some iconic queens I should add
Claw, Lady Pink goes back
And Mad C, Germany's on the map
On the west, Slick, Dream, Chaka, and Hex
And international writers I can't forget
So let's salute the highly gifted Krylon mystics
This is homage to the ghetto hieroglyphics
Sometimes at night, I would walk with a pen, with a marker, or even some chalk
Writin' my name in graffiti
Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti
Sometimes at night, I would walk with a pen, with a marker, or even some chalk
Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti
I'm hard to read like graffiti
Shout out to TK, Cost and Revs, Bomb 5, Peek, Reese, V.E., Jesus saves
2 Ills, Doze, PJ, Chino, Coco 144, Billy, Vinny, Flashbacks
J.A., Xtc Crew, it's on you, what you gonna do?
Baby 168, 1-Up, Can 2, Bates, Cal First, we get it straight
Can Control, Futura, Estro, On The Run
Rockin' it, suckers, Eli, Old Queens Boys, Mad Style Kings
Most Talked About, Mob Rules, For the Rep, Can't Be Stopped
For the Rush, Dame, 3D style of graff'
When the cops came, they ran away, then returned
Keith Haring Crack is Whack just burns into my mind
It's called vandalism, like a crime
They had intuition 'cause gettin' pitched was a given
Not new to the system, when it's in you, it's like a religion
Fade was Fab 5 Freddy, oh, did I mention?
Crack, Cent, Giz, and Poem
Sitting on the throne, it's Merc, Gnome
And Skeem, Is the Wiz, and Shame
Trap, Invoke in Harlem's Hall of Fame
Ice, Itch most famous for freight trains
The mic is a marker, I'm taggin' up names
Dondi, Sir, Running Man, Wayne, Echo and Totem
Tame One, Ace One, Min One
Samo, that's Basquiat, done
Big shout out to whole Tats crew gang, hit Scrap Yard to rack up some new paint
Made You Look another legendary crew
How ironic I made a song with that name in '02
Sane, Smith, two brothers, one passed
FX crew, Idea and Stash
Risk, R-I-suck, Cope, Revolt, Tracy 168
Doc, TC5 crew, Part, Shy 147, it don't stop
And we all send blessings to these two, to Lou 167 and Rule
So let's salute the highly gifted Krylon mystics
This is homage to the ghetto hieroglyphics
To all the writers out there that's just gettin' started
Just gettin' ya name out there, keep bombin'
Sons (Young Kings) lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
Yeah
Young Kings
It all starts, humble beginnings
Young Kings, Young, Young Kings, yeah
Head on a swivel, loaded lead in the nickel
The devil holding a sickle, wanna sever your tissue
That's forever the issue, then candlelight at a vigil
They say jail is both a rehab center and homeless shelter
And life and death is close as a tonic and seltzer
Never fold under pressure, give you my manifesto
Every man is a vessel, my son is my reflection
He from the highest heaven, I try not to possess him
Allow him to be tested
One day the words may come out the mouth of a reverend
"By the power vested in me," loud at his wedding
Give flowers while you can smell them, I try to tell him
All the diamonds and foreigns, all the finest of garments
It's really how it ends and not how it started
Filthy rich, scuba diving in your wealthy pockets
Louis, Prada, but health is my most valuable stock tip
Y'all 'bout to run things, to my young kings
To my brothers with sons, let 'em run
To my brothers with sons, so fun
I pray y'all both share the most powerful bond
A little different from him and his mom
To my sisters with boys, the joy
To my sisters with boys, enjoy
Tell him stand tall, know he should go for it all
He's a glorious king
Plenty stuff I used to see I often thought was a image of us
Getting off the city bus, all the memories rush
I used to look up at the crossing sign
A child with a grown-up holding his arm while I was walking with my mom
I pointed at it, automatic
I saw it as a little boy who was the baddest, like don't let 'I'm run in traffic
I really thought the crossing sign was me and my mom
Like who thought we was that important for a street sign?
One year, she told me that sign was for everybody
I'm like, "We ain't everybody, nah, we special, Mommy"
Playin' with toys, yo, she got us Atari
Those is Miss Anne's boys, Nasir and Jabari
Our youth was constantly fighting institutional racism
In school, we questioned the bias, two little future lions
Haile Selasies in training
Y chromosome, in no time they grown
First born be like the Mom
Second born is usually like Dad
Then you add the other siblings
Hold each other down 'cause love brings
The world at your feet, my young kings
To my brothers with sons, let 'em run
To my brothers with sons, so fun
I pray y'all both share the most powerful bond
A little different from him and his mom
To my sisters with boys, the joy
To my sisters with boys, enjoy
Tell him stand tall, know he should go for it all
He's a glorious king
It's Time lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
Ayo, Black, it's time
Ayo, Black, it's time
Yeah
Time traveling
Ayo, Black, it's time
Yeah
Ayo, time flows through me
How many rhyme flows and lines can I recite with my eyes closed?
Yo, let's shoot this movie, smoothly, listen to me
Let's take it to the past long before the new me
I seen it when it first got tricky
Dippin' through the city, whipping new cars to the herb spots for the sticky
I was the one by the tree in the GS3 with Biggie
Next thing you know, where the time go? it's gone quickly
Spint down the street back where I used to be
Stompin' grounds just touched down in QB
It's known for violence and money
Saw a brother fresh home, he just walked down 20
I stepped out, I stretched out
I took a breath in, let a breath out
I don't flex, don't want clout
But what I do want to see is my brothers are winning
And all my people out there cherish the time you given
I think you know what time it is
The illest shit that ever happened
I think you know what time it is
You know what time it is
Time traveling
The illest shit that ever happened
I use every second as a weapon
Every minute keeps on slipping
Time is a construct of your limits
The big bang to now
Evolution to how little time mankind has really been around
A grown, grown over 50 perspective
Is there an age limit to diss records or may it just be a message?
Kids are doing drive-bys, I'm looking like time flies
Squeezin' hammers, even when there's cameras up in the sky
Spark the la with the double R I drive
Pretty thugs show no love, it's like when doves cry
Maybe I'm just too much of a smuggler minded, hustler timeless
Couple hundred cover the knuckles with diamonds
Smell it on us, from the blocks they was tellin' on us
Wore a vest in the summer sweatin' and they tried gettin' on us
Prayers 'cause gangsters go to heaven and life's weighin' on us
Premier, play the chorus, yeah
I think you know what time it is
The illest shit that ever happened
I think you know what time it is
Time, man
Time traveling
Ayo, Black, it's time
Nasty Esco Nasir lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
Yeah, this that one hand on the steerin' wheel music
Nasty, Esco, Nasir
Just designing this rhyme is a fight against time
Every minute they wait to hear of true titan's of crime
There's two types of villains that live in my mind
I'll define it as one killing with rhyme, the other dealin', supplyin'
Garments of all kind, no more designer to wear
Style more modest these years, honorable to compare
The Gods, Esco, Nasty Nas from Nasir
Since the sandbox came out of it
Pardon my ominous content, y'all should be scared
Birth certificate says Nasir
Origin not clear, but what a great name to bear
My name is not as common as Muhammad or as popular
Or as praiseworthy, so I adopted a moniker
I'm Nasty Nas, I was destined to be here
In Grandmaster Caz's atmosphere, to breathe Kool Moe Dee's air
It's Esco here, I like that hip-hop stuff
But come here, I'll whisper in your ear, I don't give a fuck
It sounds like it bothers you, that I'm just that guy, just that fly
Nah, but I know that you hate me for rapping the tracks
That sound like mafia movie scores, baby
That was your thing, you was getting that through the doors crazy
'Cause it didn't happen before me, sorry
You was talking Cristal first, yeah, that was all me
But I brought the blick to the church, I told you run it now
My jewelry box open, you hearin' a humming sound
Not humble, not underground
Fuck your cigars and fedora hats, this is real rap
What could be better than that?
Uh, the double R, the iciest jewels, cash rules
Heavenly messenger, white gloves, white shoes
Man, that sound materialistic, rapping bout how the rich live
Yo, that boom bap is too whack, that don't get you no bitches
Well, Nasty the type to rob you! Who you talking to? You, who? You
No one left in this room, just us t-
What the fuck?
Damn
Well, that was some great times shared
Now it's time for some words from the heart of Nasir
Yeah
I'm a father, philanthropist, film director, an author
Tech impresario, Resorts World Casino partner
A restaurateur
By the time you hear this song, I'll probably open up a whole new store
Get involved, I'm a mogul
Massive with my moves, everything got appeal
I'll lead the way, I'm trying to see much more of us here
Even make our own cigars top tier
We do branding, and spannin' a 30-year career
I'm just scratching the surface, the next phase of Nasir
Phase four, the fourth dimension
The legacy's here, and other things I won't mention
I'm winning when I'm not even trending
Trailblazing, the message I'm sending
When you evolve into your true growth, they say you can't do both
Feed your soul and get money, I'm like two goats
So I'm guessing as long as it's knocking, we'll solve the problem
When it's crack it'll rock at the bottom, then you got 'em
My Story Your Story lyrics - Nas, DJ Premier & AZ
Sos!
Sound crazy right here
Yeah!
Immaculate
Sound like we opening new spots in Vegas
It been a minute, Esco
Oh, indeed
Every time the right time
Yeah, ladies, y'all invited
Always, always, ladies
Let's get money now, let's get money on 'em
How much we talkin'?
Tryna diversify the portfolio
What else, God?
Everything else
Well, let's get to it
Yeah
My story, your story
Weed high, war stories
Get fly, raw stories
I could cry more stories
Fuck a orgy, touch her face, two mouths kissin' on me
Fuck off me, can't fuck 'em all, that's too costly
Saucy, suck her softly
Awkwardly fingerfuckin' her cautiously
Talk to me, that's that joy brought thoughtfully
The mature me, there's more to the story, glory
Surely, switch sides for the lift ride, the fish fried
It's them guys with they money up
Diamonds jumpin' like Bobby with a Gumby cut
Choosing wisely, high as the movie Friday, one hundred blunts
Pre-roll, never we fold, fuck it, heat hold
But me though, had to piss OZ's out for my P.O.
We herbalists
Raised by gangsters on streets that's murderous
Work too much
Taking vacations more, it work for us
Thanks to us, it's more fly living and less angel dust, tangled up
Up in the mountains, don't let 'em hang you up
My story, your story
Weed high, war stories
Get fly, raw stories
Fly, who could cry more stories?
Glasses tilt pour for me, brownstone four stories
Eyes on all glory, we outgrown them worn Mauri's
With the mic cord, I could talk to GD's and Vice Lords
Folk Nation, Mexican gangs, that's doin' life for it
Criss cross, crash out, kitted cars cashed out
Cul de sac glass house, solar facts, ask 'bout
Twelve jewels, show and prove, Earth revolve around the sun
To know whom and what you are, food shelter bound to come
Love, peace and happiness, this is what we rappin' with
Still, we ain't havin' it, relaxed around the savages
Exactly what our fabric is, others are embarrassin'
Arm and hammer balancin' sneaker box what the cash was in
Battleland, back then bricks built from a half a gram, ashy hands
No gloves cookin' up, had a master plan
My story, your story
Weed high, war stories
Get fly, raw stories
I could cry more stories
My story, your story
Weed high, war stories
Get fly, raw stories
Who could cry more stories?
360, this crazy right here, this was needed
We needed this right here
Another joint
Tied one, we tied the knot on this one
QB, what's goin' on? Brooklyn
BK
Worldwide
Serious right here
Bronx
Y'all wanted this
Harlem
This what y'all wanted
Staten Island, Long Island
Yeah
Esco
What up, Sos?
Time is perfect
It is, man
What this, your 20th joint?
This is like, yeah, I can't even count no more
Serious right here, man
You know what I mean?
You know what I mean, bro?
Feel good, this feel good, man
This feel like Delancey Street, this feel like
Feel like Albee Square Mall, it feel like
Yo, this is, this is, this is, this is 2030 right now
We from the cloth, kid
Yeah, boy
Preemo!
Preem!
Shit another classic, man, bring it to a closure
A little story
A little story
A little story
A little story
Bouquet (To The Ladies) lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
To the ladies and all party-goers
Where the ladies at?
And if you know who you are, why don't you make yourself seen?
To the ladies and all party goers
Where the ladies at?
And if you know who you are, why don't you make yourself seen?
What would the world be without beautiful, powerful women?
The Meemaws, the grandmas, the nation buildin'
Who educates us, challenges, teaches, love and support us
And gives birth to all the world's sons and daughters
And y'all deserve props 'cause y'all running hip-hop
Started with Sha-Rock, 50 years later, women is on top
Bahamadia, Missy, Monie, Lyte and Queen Latifah
Ms. Lauren Hill, it's an honor for me to even meet ya
Where would we be without queens of the microphone?
Roxanne Shante we both call QB home
Doechii pushing the Culture, I'm inspired by Salt-N-Pepa
Nikki, Foxy and Kim, and Megan, Cardi, and Left Eye (Plus)
Nothin' realer than Latto, GloRilla, and Rah Digga
Remy, Rhapsody, and Eve, all straight killers
And I was signed by a woman, she created a movement
So much love to Faith Newman, what we doin'?
This one goes out to the whole Woman Nation
To the ladies and all party goers
Where the ladies at?
And if you know who you are, why don't you make yourself seen?
With love from Nas and Preem, this one goes
To the ladies and all party goers
Where the ladies at?
And if you know who you are, why don't you make yourself seen?
Divine Feminine, beyond fine shite
Not a ting, not a joint, when my eyes squint
You'll see what I see, our presence together is always a pleasure
So I figured I'd write you a letter
You a queen, you a star, supernatural
Pure gratitude by your side, but let me ask you
Why don't the world recognize your hard work?
You being unappreciated makes my heart hurt
Aphrodite almighty, it's no myth you remind me
Of all motivating women that's been with me, beside me
Real one
Love you from now to infinity
In every way from spiritual, mentally, physically
You showed me how to be more empathetic
Shout to the female DJs mixing this record
And you the flyest by far, stop playin' with her
Every glass raise it up, this is for my ladies
This one goes out to the whole Woman Nation
To the ladies and all party-goers
Where the ladies at?
And if you know who you are, why don't you make yourself seen?
With love from Nas and Preem, this one goes
To the ladies and all party-goers
Where the ladies at?
And if you know who you are, why don't you make yourself seen?
This goes to all of y'all
Mia X, Yo Yo, y'all been puttin' it down
Lady of Rage, Dimples D, Sparky D, Sweet Tee
Pebblee Poo, Antoinette, Jean Grey, Sexyy Red
Coi Leray, City Girls, Cash Doll, Bernadette Price
Charli Baltimore, Trina, Doja Cat
La Chat, Rest in Poetry Gangsta Boo, MC Trouble
Shout to Conscious Daughters and Oaktown 357, Saweetie, Isis
Bia, Shout out to Ladybug Mecca, The Sequence, Debbie D and Lisa Lee
Heather B, Nikki D, Azalea Banks, Champ MC, Michie Mee
All y'all lit, Frick and Frack, Finesse and Synquis
I could go on and keep going, shout to Eternia
Ice Cream Tee, Rest in Peace Boss
Shout out Nefertiti, Storm, Shorty No Mas, Iggy, Paula Perry, Chez Noir, yeah
Sonja Blade, Khia, 3D Na'Tee, Armani Caesar, Ice Spice, yeah
Nonchalant, 5 o'clock in the morning, Imani Montana
Dej Loaf, Nitty Scott MC, Hurricane G, Ms, Melody, Suga-T, Young M.A.
What up Scar Lip, shout to Lady London, What up JJ Fad, yeah
To the whole Queendom of Rap, love to all of y'all
Whoever I aidn't name, I still love you for life
Love from Nas and Preem, yeah
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
Shine Together lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
Rhyme a few bars, ki-ki-kick a few flows
For every word I spit, I get
Phe-phe-phenomenal
And we might as well shine together
I made moves in the trenches, lookin' over my shoulders
A fool and his riches would soon part
That's what they told us
A school of fish follows a shark
To eat his leftovers
And when that shark is hungry again
It ups the death total
Esco in that Maybach truck
Macallan Scotch in the cup
Three hundred thousand watchin' the stallion that's rollin' up
A boss is one who learn to get dough then he show you
Keep the limelight, I curves them photos, I'm Yoda
The wise one, high off the blunt smoke
Worryin' about the next man will stunt growth
Just do my shadow boxin' and jump rope
I don't front for attention for ratchet sistas
Till my casket dip, I'ma want more, just the truth trick
So many new chicks, I wish I was born with two-
Oops, I take that line back
A devil in a blue dress, I grind that
Body so crazy, they asking where I find that
Thirty-five thousand feet is where I write my rhymes at
Rhyme a few bars, ki-ki-kick a few flows
For every word I spit, I get
Phe-phe-phenomenal
And we might as well shine together
Like a baby baffled
First time seein' his shadow
People react the same to what Preem and Nas will unravel
Rugged pistol holder slash government whistleblower
Repugnant information, the public should get to know us
The boroughs into Piscataway
Know my album dates
A staggerin' rise of music comin' out I calculate
'Cause when my name is mentioned, it's why the game be shiftin'
When you lames drop, the people remain indifferent
This is my dissertation, displayin' it at my leisure
Precious like postal cards written by slaves in secret
Black preachers castin' spirits back into hell
Hear the trumpets in the bible as Joshua starts to yell
Easy money is robbery in broad day
Might call BET to play my videos all day
The cribs are mini-museums
The closets are more like small department stores
I drop that raw
Rhyme a few bars, ki-ki-kick a few flows
For every word I spit, I get
Pheno-nomenal
And we might as well shine together
3rd Childhood lyrics - Nas & DJ Premier
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas
Resurrect through the birth of my seed
Queensbridge, make everything right
Get yours
Is it time to take off the scully, the Timbs, and the fitted caps?
Time to let go of the weed, can't let the jeans sag?
Ozzy Osbourne still got his fingernails black
Rock 'n rollers is still rebels, any age that they at
But with rap, it's a time limit? Never
I'm living proof
I'm the truth till if I live till 102
When I was young, I knew nothing, but then here comes a new lesson
From an older gentleman, dressed in Dior, he flexing
He said it's not how old you are, it's how you feel
Look here, I'm in my Air Max '87 still
Rastas still smokin', secluded out in the bush
Pimps still wearing their derbies, people still dipping snuff
That's how we stay true, ways we learned in the days of our youth
Seen a man like eighty-two, he rocked his hat ace deuce
I'm going out hood, different from being a third childhood
Switched it up a little, but still, I'm going out hood
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas
Resurrect through the birth of my seed
Queensbridge, make everything right
Get yours, nigga
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas
Resurrect through the birth of my seed
Queensbridge, make everything right
Get yours
Hear me out now, back in the days, it sure was a time
Hear me out, if I've been your age and you haven't been mine
As we get older and time great turns into mediocre
Good turns into so-so, bad just means that it could be better
I wrote a letter to the judge for Prince
A sharp-minded man who thought his way about the pens
Corporations are not the genius that created gangsta rap
Never give them credit for that, we made it that
I assisted Hip-Hop 50 to that worldly stage
And brought Kool Herc on stage
Universal Hip-Hop Museum got paid
Matter of fact, anything my name is involved with
Positivity revolves in it
Serendipitous, always move with confidence
You may not see me sweat, but trust, yo, I work hard for this
Grew up around heroin addicts before that crack shit
Crack was light compared to what the smack did
Y'all played with marbles
We played with dope fiend needles we found
Injected worms when the rain brought 'em up from the ground
It's nothin' changing
Some of my men, we go back like daylight savings
My third childhood, that third course, that's the main dish
Hope we get dessert, that's the cherry on top
Peaceful Sundays, but we still carry the Glocks registered
If you made it this far, then it's all good
It makes me proud, I love that we going out hood
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas
Resurrect through the birth of my seed
Queensbridge, make everything right
Get yours, nigga
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas
Resurrect through the birth of my seed
Queensbridge, make everything right
Get yours
Fever lyrics - Nas
Early on the wake up
Cunning as the father of the twelve sons of Jacob
Shake up the world, cake crumbs
Cover my gold teeth, cufflinks, waiters
Lobster sauce on aprons
Pardon, that's the chef
Burgundy on the breath
Uncertainty when I step
Dancin' to every song like it's a contest
Singin' to Stevie Wonder Happy Birthday
Celebratin' years of flows and crazy wordplay
Season, I'm leaving my 40's, I'm a griot
Deep as Deepak Chopra
Dress socks and loafers
Family only, I'm holdin' hands with a cold piece
Bow to the old me, I'm officially OG
Might throw a roast me, wonder what will the jokes be
Watchin' 'em imitate my crude demeanor
It's a new decade, I'm in a whole new arena
Roll the dice in this life and I hit the fever
Get it
Wolf out of NYC
This is prophecy
Know this is meant to be
Evolve constantly
Half a century
Put your glasses up
Represent for me
Represent, represent
Represent for me
Represent, represent
Represent for me
Fly from infancy to half a century
Ah-ha, represent
Cryin' faces for the double agents watchin' my every move
Go tell em I can't sit still, I never do
Let them think of all the places I led them
Go look at it through an all age spectrum
Still winnin', never a better move
Who they claim to be today?
Man, they can never choose
We all got a set of tools we gotta use to push through
Like I did, and Esco is my nom de plume
Party in the penthouse, live
Fill all the rooms with beautiful vibes
That's the way to calm the goons
Champagne flutes, my cigars pop balloons
Bowties get untied when the clock hit 2
A '73 baby
I say a speech maybe
Besides the Littles and Joneses, hip-hop made me
Born in New York, I hope the most high keeps you
I wish at least fifty on all my good people
Fever
Wolf out of NYC
This is prophecy
Know this is meant to be
Evolve constantly
Half a century
Put your glasses up
Represent for me
Represent, represent
Represent for me
Represent, represent
Represent for me
Fly from infancy to half a century
Ah-ha, represent
TSK lyrics - Nas
All I see is blurbs
All I see is words
Nerds, talkin' 'bout what they did, see, or heard
And all I see is clones, see you muthafuckas
With mixtape plans because they seein' how we movin'
And all they say is this
But they ain't sayin' shit
They talk reckless when I do not work for them
They say come harder, come smarter
Which one it is?
Which one you wanna hear, since you such a music whiz?
First thing I learned when I was coming up in age
When they stumble in your space, is to punch 'em in the face
The second thing I learned, I was in the second grade
Sliding onto second base, I can orchestrate this game
The third I heard was, "If it quacks, it's a duck"
The fourth, or course, just be upfront, whatchu want?
The fifth was this, "Keep something crisp on your wrist"
Now we on album six, the top team on your list
Probably grab another hun' though
Industry cutthroat, watch how I'm construct though, uh
Concrete jungle
If rappers were presidents, I would get Trump's vote, uh
Truly, I'm just staying humble
But I can take it back to Nasty if I want to
Some young dumb crazy muthafucka from the hood
Yo what time is it, Hit?
It's yo time, bro
Yeah, you know what?
Yeah, that
And this and that
You know, yeah
Yeah
Don't be scared to execute the vision, lock in
Get back to the art, not the trends, tsk
I mainly invented raps by bangin' on table tops
And takin' on any competition
Listen, they put hammers to your ribs
But I'm Too Legit To Quit
They like Bishop with a blick
They exposin' who a bitch
And I'm like Furious when he took his son to fish
Droppin' knowledge on the kids
Droptop when we slid
Step on lawns, trip on
Dior slides grip on
The handrails
Crib on some acres
Pull off the tails off shrimp, some
Beyond blonde, sip on
Some fine wine
We just some shakers
So when Planet Rock came out the Bronx
I was watching boomboxes
T La Rock never made it rich?
And when I witnessed that the benefits of living good from making hits
I make bread off what I invent
Probably grab another hun' though
Industry cutthroat, watch how I'm construct though, uh
Concrete jungle
If rappers were presidents, I would get Trump's vote, uh
Truly, I'm just staying humble
But I can take it back to Nasty if I want to
Some young dumb crazy muthafucka from the hood
Superhero Status lyrics - Nas
It's a shame, the way it's goin' down
I'm on the sideline while he's playing around
The difference between you and I spittin's a wide difference
They hate on you, but me, they want me to die different
No ego, I'm just providing
A better understanding, I don't wish it on nobody
It's a shit
Who doesn't have the bandwidth
It's a shame, the -
It come with standin' your ground
When you from a poor town, that generate awareness
The ventilation shifts where the air is erased when you hear it
It's a shit
Somewhere between great and endearing, you smell it and taste it, 'cause it's serious
It's a shame, the -
And you don't think it's fair, you feel like you come with bars, and you won some wars
Frankly, they should send they regards, some of the hardest rappers get overlooked and ignored
It's a shit
No matter what happen, I hope all of us soar, I go
It's a shame, the -
Superhero status, no masks, no gadgets
It's a shame, the way it's goin' down
Send them villains at us, we ain't scared of action
I'm on the sideline while he's playing around
We ain't characters cappin'
Ability to leap buildings, if you blink, you won't catch it
(Audio) Dope, (Audio) dope, (Audio) dope, (Audio) dope
It's a shit
It's a shame, the -
Always on time, I'm never petty, yeah, I'm always ready
That's why my shit flows smooth and steady, pictures on Getty
I don't complain, I don't blame, know when my time is done, I move to the side
I don't want nothing to prove to these guys, if y'all was moving like Nas
Y'all wouldn't assume someone owe you, nobody know you when you old 'cept your peoples
That should keep you peaceful, instead, delusional mood illusions refusin' to see truth
It's a shit, it's a shame, the -
Your personal hurt, you unleash on the first
Person you come across doing your evil work
Damn
It's a shit
It's a shame
It's a shame, the -
Slugs, blood, laugh, hugs, survive if you could
It's a shame, the way it's goin' down
Downsize, intro the thugs to the plug, and just today, I noticed a different pain
I'm on the sideline while he's playing around
Man, catch me, don't let me slip in no demented stage
Repetitive Beat Street watcher, a gatekeeper, conqueror, late-night creep sponsor
Need a frequent flyer, beyond, think I'm a sheikh, she don't need to fly to Dubai for it
It's a shit
Fleet of cars, she under my arm, and she honored with' it
It's a shame, the -
Cognizant correspondence, I don't respond to nonsense
Adidas shells, I keep a reefer smell on me, ringin' the Wall Street bell at 9:30 a.m. is my coffee
It's a shit
My gang is New York Stock Exchange
Here's my costume change
Superhero status, no masks, no gadgets
Send them villains at us, we ain't scared of action
We ain't characters cappin'
It's a shit
Ability to leap buildings, if you blink, you won't catch it
It's a shame, the -
(Audio) Dope, (Audio) dope, (Audio) dope, (Audio) dope
It's a shit
It's a shame, the -
It's a shame, the way it's goin' down
I'm on the sideline while he's playing around
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