Not For Radio lyrics - Nas (feat. Puff Daddy & 070 Shake)
Escobar season begins
Ay yo we ain't posin' for no pictures in 2018
Candid shit only
Scared motherfuckers
Black Kemet gods (yeah), black Egyptian gods (let's go)
Summoned from heaven, blessed, dressed in only Goyard
Homie go hard like Stone and Robert in a stolen car
Shoot the ballot box, no voter card, they all are frauds
Senegal's finest, minerals, diamonds
The Earth is cursed but I survive many climates
Calm and thoroughly, they try to Hyman Roth me
John Fitzgerald me, the industry never bought me
(You know God sent me here)
Fear will make you reveal who you really are
Feel me God? Be solid, your foes hold you in ill regard
This ain't knowledge, this is not intense
For honored men, women too
Us who can see the same thing, but have a different view (let's go)
All of a sudden, frontin' niggas knew you from your past
Got all kinds of guys sayin' we go way back
And who y'all comparing me to is nonsense
Show gratitude in the presence of dominance
I think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared of us
I think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared
To Catholics
To Catholics, Moors and Masons (motherfuckers!)
John Hanson was not the first black pres to make it
Abe Lincoln did not free the enslaved
Progress was made 'cause we forced the proclamation
(Fuck your proclamation!)
SWAT was created to stop the Panthers
Glocks were created for murder enhancement
For hunting men, circumstances
Edgar Hoover was black
Willie Lynch is a myth, Colombians created crack
The government made stacks (welcome to America, niggas!)
Reagan had Alzheimer's, that's true
Fox News was started by a black dude, also true (fuck you too!)
Convinced my experiences were meant to be
Helps me navigate as they validate they treachery
Felt established, fake as he smile, handshake questionable
"Am I good?" he ask, thinkin', "But is he testin' you?"
(Is he testin' you?) In my hood, fear does a few things
Make you pussy, make you a snitch
Make irrational moves or even turn you to food
I think they're scared of us, yeah
I think they're scared of us
I think they're scared of us, yeah
I think they scared
I think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared of us
See, we don't care about what you think about us
I think they scared of us, yeah
What you say about us
I think they scared
You bitch ass, yeah
Ayo, that's why they be killing us and shooting us
That's why they feel uncomfortable around us
'Cause of our greatness
You're lucky God made us compassionate
And forgiving
Pssh, man, they scared of us, Nas
We see that bitch in your eyes
Cops Shot The Kid lyrics - Nas (feat. Kanye West)
The cops used to come around in my neighborhood
"Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!"
Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night
They had a curfew, niggas had to be home at 11, negros, 12
And you'd be trying to get home, doing your crew runs
And they'd always catch you out in front of a store or something
'Cause you'd be taking shortcuts, right
Cops, "Ree, put your hands up, black boy!"
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
I don't wanna hurt nobody
We just came here to party
See a few dames, exchange some names
I'm a top shotta, kid, stay in your lane
The cop shot the kid, same old scene
Pour out a little liquor, champagne for pain
Slap-boxin' in the street
Crack the hydrant in the heat
Cop cars on the creep
Doin' they round-ups, we just watch for the sweep
Yeah, it's hotter than July
It's the summer when niggas die
It's the summer when niggas ride
Together we'll be strong, but forever we divide
So y'all are blowin' my high
Type of shit that's killin' my vibe
White kids are brought in alive
Black kids get hit with like five
Get scared, you panic, you're goin' down
The disadvantages of the brown
How in the hell the parents gon' bury their own kids
Not the other way around?
Reminds me of Emmett Till
Let's remind 'em why Kap kneels
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream
Stay tuned up and down your timeline
This fake news, people is all lyin'
Money is bein' made when a mom cries
Won't be satisfied 'til we all die
Tell me, who do we call to report crime
If 9-1-1 doin' the drive-by?
It's certain things I can't abide by
I ain't bein' extreme, this is my side
Talkin' big shit, ready to die
I know every story got two sides
Claimin' he paranoid by the black guy
Cop wanna make it home by night time
Just a good kid, he wasn't that guy
Had a little hit, he wasn't that high
Cop gon' claim that it was self-defense
Say he was ridin' dirty so the case rests
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot (workin' nine to five)
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot (tryna stay alive)
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot (making ends meet)
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot (shot him this week)
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream
White Label lyrics - Nas
Y'all niggas better not be coming around me with that fugazi no more, you know? Got that thang for your ass, you know?
(I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
I'm gonna have to leave you)
A vet stylin' in Met Gala, tuna salad from La Scala
Black sweats, swallow a lot of reefer
God, it hard to quit the bottom feeder, lobster eater
When I fast, I see Elijah's features
A million cash for a Nas feature
Nah it's cheaper, do it for free if you do it for me
52 bar verse if the beat is movin' me
Stumble through customs, coppin' Cubans at the Duty Free
Layin' on the most expensive beds, still I'm losin' sleep
Next to Jet's Beauty of the Week 1993
Chin-grabber, neck-choker, in-her-mouth-spitter
Blouse-ripper, ass-gripper, that dig-you-out nigga
I ain't gon' hold you, old head gave me old news
I don't owe you, shoulda heard when I told you
You are an extension of what I've worked hard to build
You believe in your own lies, can't be real
And the odds is that what you love can kill you
Like a heart physician who dies from a heart attack
I know the consumer behavior, I target that
You impressed with what they wearin', I started that
It's kinda terrific, the product of Slick Rick
Somebody woulda told me then I would come outta this shit rich
And start up a business, I woulda thought they was playin'
All them niggas I ran with, all that weight they was weighin'
A light bulb switched in my mind at the classes I cut
Just a spazz, puttin' wax in the blunt
The baddest I want, she wear Lipmatic to front
We building businesses, you can be mad if you want
It's bubbly 'til it's bubbles we see
Drinkin' like Dean Martin is nothin' to me
The spirits is somethin' I can't part and it's fun to be me
So cheers, here's to the Kanye production this eve
War of the Roses, it's war, baby
My nigga High said it's me, I drive 'em all crazy
(I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna)
Bonjour lyrics - Nas (feat. Tony Williams)
(Bonjour) I should be more mature, sure, I'm spoiled
Hit up the south of France after tour, bonjour (bonjour)
How many girls pre-bate right before they date
So she can have restraint? She still get slayed (bonjour)
That's ill behavior, want the whip matted
Want her ass the fattest, beat it: Thriller jacket
A street metaphor: if your dog piss on the floor
Put his nose in it, check these niggas from the door
Ooh ooh la la, oui-oui amour
Plenty of kisses, plein de bisous
Good day and best wishes
Comment allez-vous?
Bonjour
Eat at selective kitchens, speak on our next intentions
Over-creamy Polenta, it come chef recommended (bonjour)
Come through the side entrance; I arrived, bitches
Crackheads still owe me from '89 fixes (bonjour)
Havin' drinks in Vegas, my business
She didn't see me comin', now she's an eyewitness
Laissez le bon temps rouler
Say ah so the kids could play
Ooh ooh la la, oui-oui amour
Plenty of kisses, plein de bisous
Good day and best wishes
Comment allez-vous?
Bonjour
Vacation, twisted, whatever happened, missed it
Vacations I didn't like, put myself through a guilt trip (bonjour)
All these beautiful places, but the cities be poor
You wealthy when your kid's upbringin' better than yours
All this money we gettin' could be gone in a minute
If we don't invest it—we long-term affected
Watch who you gettin' pregnant, that's long-term stressin'
I got a mil for every bump on your face, that's what I call a blessin'
Flexin'
My head looks straight up
And I'm wonderin', "What did I do?" (bonjour)
She looked at me like, "Damn, did I surprise you?"
Sure enough, as the sky's blue, she turned back around
And walked back down the avenue (bonjour)
She's waitin' for the right cue (bonjour)
I'm waitin' for the right clue (bonjour)
(Ooh ooh la la, oui-oui amour)
She be leavin', still I smell of eau de parfum
She can't run 'cause I got Cinderella's right shoe
In that white gown that I be seein' right through
Crowd obscurin' my view
There's nothin' left to argue (bonjour)
At least there's not from my view (bonjour)
Everything lyrics - Nas (feat. The-Dream & Kanye West)
You'll live, and you'll learn
See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
You'll love, and you'll learn
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
If I had everything, everything
I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
Dark boy, don't you cry
There's too much life left in those eyes
Don't you let that face go waterfall
Don't you learn to love your scars and all?
Dark boy, don't you die
They're just human, let them lie
You just know your world and speak your truth
Let them come to you
For you'll love, in your heart
See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
This is your call, there are no wrongs
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
If I had everything, everything
I could change anything, I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
When the media slings mud, we use it to build huts
Irrefutable facts, merciful, beautiful black beloved brother
You fail to embarrass him, harassin' him
To my life, your life pales in comparison
So go write whatever blog, messiness is not ever the God
Do what's necessary, I'm never worried
Listen vultures, I've been shackled by Western culture
You convinced most of my people to live off emotion
That's why we competin', death by the chrome barrel
Forgot the secrets, my Kilimanjaro bone marrow's the deepest
You can peep at the comments, but don't fall for that
We want freedom, I'm a scholar; an almanac
People do anything to be involved in everything
Inclusion is a hell of a drug
Some people have everything they probably ever wanted in life
And never have enough
If I had everything, everything
I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
From the birth of a child, the world is foul
Excursions of a searchin' child
Should learn to take nothin' personal
A parent hates to watch his baby's face
Takin' his first immunization shots, but this is great
The child's introduction to suffering and pain
Understands without words, nothin' is explained
Or rushed to the brain, lookin' up at his parents' face
Like, "I thought you would protect me from this scary place?"
"Why'd you let them inject me?"
"Who's gonna know how these side effects is gonna affect me?"
Who knew I would grow to meet presidents that respect me?
If Starbucks is bought by Nestlé, please don't arrest me
I need to use your restroom and I ain't buy no espresso
Soon enough, assume the cuffs, the position
Not new to us, since back on the bus sittin'
Said, "Screw that bus!" – boycotted that bus outta business
The future's us, yet every citizen's in prison
If I had everything, everything
I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
Watch me as I walk through the folly, golly, New York to Saudi
In Italy, I'm Eduardo Vaccari
But Nasty the hustler, nasty like mustard gas, sulfur
And I could sell Alaska to Russia, no pressure
My first house, 11,000-square-feet mansion
It was a haunted by dead rich whites
Mad a nigga bought his crib to hang up pictures of black Christ
Circular driveways, black cars and black ice
My second house, still in my twenties, illin' with money
Chilled through my spine, spillin' wine, it's funny
Did good for a staircase loiterer, euphoria
What you saw when you seen a teen turn to a warrior
Did every Fourth of July, bustin' in the sky
It was important to a guy who was mob-minded
Future Murciélago driver 'til Lambos got average on me
I started likin' the look like I ain't had no money
Yellow taxi seats over Maybach seats
Just to remind me, just to inspire me
To stay focused, it's a real sick society
Just 'cause I got your support don't mean you're buyin' me
I'm buyin' back the land owned by the slave masters
Where my ancestors lived, just to say a rapper
Made a change, the pants-sagger put plans in action
To lay claim the Pan-African made it happen
You'll live, and you'll learn
See 'cause you've never been the same anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
You'll live, and you'll learn
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
If I had everything, everything
I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
Dark boy, don't you cry
There's too much life left in those eyes
Don't you let that face go waterfall
Don't you learn to love your scars and all
Dark boy, don't you die
They're just human, let them lie
You just know your world and speak your truth
And let them come to you
For you'll love, in your heart
See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
This is your call, there are no wrongs
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
Adam & Eve lyrics - Nas (feat. The-Dream)
The ghetto Othello, the Moor
Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy
Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I'm sure
Oh my God, they want the end of me 'cause I'm pure
Oh my Lord, discipline for the win, I just go for it
It's a trend for these men to die on their own sword
Journey far, learn who you can be
But you can learn who you are when you around family
Chip off the shoulders of soldiers, on they grizzle
My granddaddy Mack Little married Nannie Little
They passed down wisdom, blessings were given
Pray my sins don't get passed to my children
I made a killin', I'm alive like the morning star
Court Jordan's for the price on stock, so what the Hornets are?
I need evaluations, I'm savvy, y'all
Eatin' foie gras and caviar, listen
Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ay
Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
The ghosts of gangsters dance
Chinchillas shake on the hanger, the force of this banger
Yeah, my language advanced, my cadence amazin'
The voice triggers somethin', what is this conundrum?
The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a boyish smile
Still puff the loud, it's nothin' less than a quarter pound
Savage narrative, every verse that I write bursts light
Brings awareness to my personal life
After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja spark
See my doctor more, sweat in the sauna or the spa
Spendin' fifty large at the Bellagio
Spent twenty on a bad bitch I hardly know
New girl every night, two girls was every other night
Sexual addiction, gangster tradition
They wanna fuck me, have me under they belt, slightly offended
Yeah, that's how I felt, that's how it ended
I'm just good at existin', existin' in my truth
As long as I enjoy the fruit, yeah
Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ay
Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
What come first, peace or the paper?
Before I had a piece of paper, peace was in my favor
Before I sat to eat at the table, it had leeches and traitors
Cut the fat from the meat, extract the weak, bon appetit
No bacon, brothers is swine
It's so hard to trust 'em 'cause my hustle is mine
It's evident they all the same, with gray hair and still mean muggin'
Gray hairs of wisdom, that means you seen somethin'
Say somethin', you stay frontin'
But these clowns got false crowns, fictitional kings
You broke my heart, Fredo
You bring this thing of ours down to a fable
Be advised my guys dyin', enterprisin' at a boss's table
There's always room at my table
Insecurities is keepin' you disabled
All this money to get, is there less time?
They ain't stopped printin' money, 'cause they made mine
I learned to stretch time, these are the best times
I'm in my neighborhood in stadiums, the Mets' kind
With restaurants and Carbone, spicy rigatoni
Go hard, a red Bordeaux, oh God
Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ay
Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
Simple Things lyrics - Nas
(And I know where I'm going to...)
I'm lookin' in Longevity's eyes
I play with Infinity's mind, Forever's my guy
My pedigree above your ass, you'll never see I
I love the past, but see, where I'm goin' I get to fly
Never sold a record for the beat, it's my verses they purchase
Without production I'm worthless but I'm more than the surface
Want me to sound like every song on the Top 40
I'm not for you, you not for me, you bore me
I drop lines prestigious schools read to their students
Look at my album plaques, somebody agrees with the music
Was lovin' women, you'll never see
All you know's my kids' mothers, some celebrities
Damn, look at the jealousy!
Lucky me, I meet some beauties, make you wanna shoot me
Hate to brag, my worst batch kills off your best cutie
Facts is deep, we break up, they hook up with athletes
Get married 'cause we wasn't that match, my G
Don't attach me to the games, I'm lucky, I'm blessed
One of my exes could be your next, dog—trust me, don't test
It's the simple things in life, simple things in life
Simple things in life, simple things in life
It's the simple things in life, simple things in life
Simple things in life, simple things in life
Rollin' dice, throw no aces
With my gangsters, we discussin' buyin' acres
Other safe bets, nothin' regular or basic
Ridin' back to back, me and Jungle in some spaceships
Where the squad at?
You can see us on the ave, chop it up as always
Stand up Queensbridge, now the world know us
Everybody sayin' my humility's infectious
I just want my kids to have the same peace I'm blessed with
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."
No Introduction lyrics - Nas
[Verse 1]
P.S. 111 at free lunch, embarrassed but managed to get a plate
We was kids hungry, Mom's working I was famished, she getting home late
So I decided now I'm in charge
Either stay full of starve, corner store like Mr. Spare-a-Quarter
Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars
Trying to cop quarters and trying to move that hard
Roll with a shooting squad
How could I not succumb? How could I not partake?
15 I got a gun, 16 I robbed a train
Licked off a shot for fun, what's got inside my brain?
A hustler's job ain't done, 'til he becomes a king
But I'm a righteous son, despite I'm in the mist of
Dudes who switch up and change
They want to carry me like I'm some kind of lame
I never let them know, I just forgive them though
Either that or the pistol blow
[Verse 2]
I remember early mornings - syrup sandwiches, sugar water, yeah
Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators was out of order, yeah
Worth 200 million now, bicentennial nigga, flat screens and condominiums
Brazilian women on Xannies they pulling off panties
I'm pushing 40, she only 21
Don't applaud me, I'm exhausted G
Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup
Y'all wouldn't know me without one, I keep a fresh cut
Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck
Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani
Hood forever, I just act like I'm civilized
Really what's in my mind is organizing a billion black motherfuckers
To take over JP and Morgan Goldman and Sachs
And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back
[Verse 3]
1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him
Gone a few years, the whole world snoring on him
Girls all up on him, I spread them, hit them and dead them
She says, "third leg from a legend is sheer heaven"
She says, "it is the greatest loving"
The tales you hear is the truth, on me
Who wasn't the most faithful husband
Reveal my life, you will forgive me
You will love me, hate me, judge me, relate to me
Only a few will, this how it sounds when you too real
They think it's just music still
Well I am a graphic classic song composer
Music notes on sheets, I wrote this piece to get closure
Some of y'all might know Kelis - this goes to her with love
Also goes to y'all, let's see
The craziest things already happened to me
So either you'll be laughing at me or you're laughing with me, ha
P.S. 111 at free lunch, embarrassed but managed to get a plate
We was kids hungry, Mom's working I was famished, she getting home late
So I decided now I'm in charge
Either stay full of starve, corner store like Mr. Spare-a-Quarter
Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars
Trying to cop quarters and trying to move that hard
Roll with a shooting squad
How could I not succumb? How could I not partake?
15 I got a gun, 16 I robbed a train
Licked off a shot for fun, what's got inside my brain?
A hustler's job ain't done, 'til he becomes a king
But I'm a righteous son, despite I'm in the mist of
Dudes who switch up and change
They want to carry me like I'm some kind of lame
I never let them know, I just forgive them though
Either that or the pistol blow
[Verse 2]
I remember early mornings - syrup sandwiches, sugar water, yeah
Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators was out of order, yeah
Worth 200 million now, bicentennial nigga, flat screens and condominiums
Brazilian women on Xannies they pulling off panties
I'm pushing 40, she only 21
Don't applaud me, I'm exhausted G
Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup
Y'all wouldn't know me without one, I keep a fresh cut
Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck
Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani
Hood forever, I just act like I'm civilized
Really what's in my mind is organizing a billion black motherfuckers
To take over JP and Morgan Goldman and Sachs
And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back
[Verse 3]
1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him
Gone a few years, the whole world snoring on him
Girls all up on him, I spread them, hit them and dead them
She says, "third leg from a legend is sheer heaven"
She says, "it is the greatest loving"
The tales you hear is the truth, on me
Who wasn't the most faithful husband
Reveal my life, you will forgive me
You will love me, hate me, judge me, relate to me
Only a few will, this how it sounds when you too real
They think it's just music still
Well I am a graphic classic song composer
Music notes on sheets, I wrote this piece to get closure
Some of y'all might know Kelis - this goes to her with love
Also goes to y'all, let's see
The craziest things already happened to me
So either you'll be laughing at me or you're laughing with me, ha
Loco-Motive lyrics - Nas (feat. Large Professor)
[Intro]
42nd street terminal
[Verse 1: Nas]
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothing’s figurative
I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
They wait a lifetime, they tell they hoes, “Nas did this”
Pointin’ to they scars like, “Right here, baby, really Nas did this”
Like a badge of honor, not braggin’ I’m just honest
War stories we tell them, nothin’s realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap Jack Demsey, Matt Black Bentley, pimply
Shatterin’ your silence, pass around the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous
[Break: Large Professor]
Yo, what we talkin’ ’bout niggas?
What we talkin’ ’bout niggas?
This is Nas, what, Nas
What, Nasty, what, recollect,
[Verse 2: Nas]
At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin’ in public housin’
Integrity in tact, reppin’ hard
They askin’ how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin’, “Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin’”
To keep winnin’ is my way like Francis
As long as I’m breathin’, I’ll take chances
A soldier comin’ home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin’ there’s no sense to cry and complain, just go ‘head
So much to write and say, yo I don’t know where to start
So I’ll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece
But my life been good since I started finding peace
I shouldn’t even be smilin’, I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump bein’ up down up, play with cash
[Large Professor]
My nigga’s like a locomotive
Nas, we push it, mush ‘em
Queensbridge to Bushwick
Harlem, Bronx, all that
You ain’t even supposed to be out here
You know where you at?
[Verse 3: Nas]
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin’ from the roof of my mouth
Shit was Falicimo, melted pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin’ drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin’, soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin’
When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Toker man safe behind a locked door for sure
Minor theif shit, minor league shit, beastin’
Lookin’ for the young, but now we older chiefin’
In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Buggin’ on how his imagination was so sick
It’s ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alchohol agin’ my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I? Must be, somethin’ in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I’m here y’all
[Outro]
This for my trapped in the 90′s niggas
For my trapped in the 90′s niggas
Ha, for y’all niggas
42nd street terminal
[Verse 1: Nas]
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothing’s figurative
I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
They wait a lifetime, they tell they hoes, “Nas did this”
Pointin’ to they scars like, “Right here, baby, really Nas did this”
Like a badge of honor, not braggin’ I’m just honest
War stories we tell them, nothin’s realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap Jack Demsey, Matt Black Bentley, pimply
Shatterin’ your silence, pass around the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous
[Break: Large Professor]
Yo, what we talkin’ ’bout niggas?
What we talkin’ ’bout niggas?
This is Nas, what, Nas
What, Nasty, what, recollect,
[Verse 2: Nas]
At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin’ in public housin’
Integrity in tact, reppin’ hard
They askin’ how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin’, “Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin’”
To keep winnin’ is my way like Francis
As long as I’m breathin’, I’ll take chances
A soldier comin’ home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin’ there’s no sense to cry and complain, just go ‘head
So much to write and say, yo I don’t know where to start
So I’ll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece
But my life been good since I started finding peace
I shouldn’t even be smilin’, I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump bein’ up down up, play with cash
[Large Professor]
My nigga’s like a locomotive
Nas, we push it, mush ‘em
Queensbridge to Bushwick
Harlem, Bronx, all that
You ain’t even supposed to be out here
You know where you at?
[Verse 3: Nas]
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin’ from the roof of my mouth
Shit was Falicimo, melted pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin’ drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin’, soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin’
When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Toker man safe behind a locked door for sure
Minor theif shit, minor league shit, beastin’
Lookin’ for the young, but now we older chiefin’
In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Buggin’ on how his imagination was so sick
It’s ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alchohol agin’ my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I? Must be, somethin’ in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I’m here y’all
[Outro]
This for my trapped in the 90′s niggas
For my trapped in the 90′s niggas
Ha, for y’all niggas
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