Ultra Black lyrics - Nas (feat. Hit-Boy)

Nas, Nas, Nas

Yeah

Nas, Nas

We goin' (We goin') we goin' (We goin')

Uh, uh

My pants 'posed to sag, yeah

We goin' ultra, yeah

We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that

We don't fold or crack (We goin')

Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal (Uh)

We goin' ultra black

Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range

Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap

We goin' ultra black, we goin' (We goin')

We goin' (We goin') uh

Rhythm and blues, pop, rock to soul to jazz

'Til my toes are tagged (Uh)

How I look being told I'm not supposed to brag?

Nobody fault, I tell the truth, I know it's facts, we ultra black

Grace Jones skin tone, but multi that

Multiple colors, we come in all shades, mocha black

Accept where I'm at and not fight me on it (Uh)

Emotional stares like I might be wanted (Yeah)

Pitch black like the night, I'm ultra black

Sanford and Son reruns, jokes are black (Ha)

Oh yes, oh yes, God bless success

We goin' ultra black, like the Essence Fest

Talk with a mask on, the freshest breath

African black soap caress the flesh

Superfly, The Mack, sittin' fly in the 'Lac

Take the boat on the water, history talks with my daughter (Dest')

My son'll be my resurrection (Knight)

Constantly learnin' lessons, I never die, you get the message?

I hope you be better than I, life's precious (Precious)

Two steppin'

Sometimes I'm over-black, even my clothes are black

Cash Money with the white tee and the soldier rag

We goin' ultra black, unapologetically black

The opposite of Doja Cat, Michael Blackson black

We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that

We don't fold or crack (Nas, Nas)

Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal

We goin' ultra black

Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range

Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap

We goin' ultra black (Yeah)

We goin' (We goin', we goin')

We goin' ultra black

Raiders, Oakland hat, I smoke to that

Pre-rolls and 'gnac, what's the results to that?

C-notes and bags (Uh)

She knows I'm classy like I'm Billy Dee Williams (Smooth)

Go ultra black (Uh), Isaac Kennedy films, Penitentiary II

Black like out in the Lou', black don't crack

It's like the fountain of youth, the culture's black

Like Iman, she beautiful, goin' ultra black

To Africa, you say, "Go back"

I stay pro-black, my Amex black (Ah)

Black like cornrows, afros

Black like Kaep' blackballed from the Super Bowl (Colin)

Hall & Oates, I can't go for that

Motown Museum, Detroit, I'm ultra black

This for New York and all the map

No matter your race, to me, we all are black

We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that

We don't fold or crack (We don't fold or crack)

Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal (This a celebration)

We goin' ultra black

Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range

Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap

We goin' ultra black (Black is beautiful)

We goin' (Black is beautiful)

Nas, Nas (Nas)

27 Summers lyrics - Nas

Hit-Boy

Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good groove, pour me up (Ice)

The plane leave in thirty, fix your life, hurry up (Fix your life)

Ackee, rice, peas, puttin' curry over duck (Mm)

Courtside Rockets, Warriors, Curry up (Swish)

Smokin' weed in a tux, sippin' Ricard

Sitting on Governors Isle with all the killers

Premier movies with my man De Niro

And Johnny Nunez got all the pictures

Black-grown, black-owned

Black women is the backbone (Love)

Latin food in the back room

Big business, I'ma drop a new 'gnac soon

Followin' the cash rules

Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts)

Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal)

Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke)

Black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs

Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up (Dino)

Mass Appeal, movies and music, sign with us (Al Pacino)

All my niggas millionaires, G-Code know what's up (What up, G-Code?)

What up, Jung'? What up, Stoute? What up, Ant? What up, East?

What they say about us? (What they say about us?)

Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts)

Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal)

Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke)

Bitch, black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs

Replace Me lyrics - Nas (feat. Big Sean & Don Toliver)

(Hit-Boy)

N-A-S

Uh, yeah

It get kinda hard to replace me (Kinda hard to)

So don't go lookin' for nobody else

I was keeping my heart there on safety (Heart there on)

But now I'm letting it go until ain't none left (Yeah)

You got a lot to lose, but it's all basic

I'll probably ride the times to prevent a late text (I'll probably ride the times)

I bet I'm living it up while so spacey (Bet I'm living it up)

You love to wine and dine, come be my lady, lady

You can't replace me like a battery, you can't mistake 'em for Nasty

You know my anatomy, you know my body is voodoo probably

Kama Sutra, Mr. Oochie Wally

She hit the whoa, I'm in control, I'm in her soul

Sugar daddy sometimes, no sugar coatin' one line when we talk

But she thought she could've found a new guy

That kid alright, but I'm her Kryptonite, a different type

Larenz and Nia Long, Love Jones, dippin' on the bike

You growin' into a better woman, it's whatever, we thuggin'

New Prada every season, fifty ball on the budget

If it didn't occur (Huh?), she for me, I'm for her (Running)

Only thing worse than being alone is wishin' you were

It get kinda hard to replace me (Kinda hard to)

So don't go lookin' for nobody else (I'm one of one)

I was keeping my heart there on safety (Heart there on)

But now I'm letting it go until ain't none left (That part)

You got a lot to lose, but it's all basic

I'll probably ride the times to prevent a late text (I'll probably ride the times)

I bet I'm living it up while so spacey (Bet I'm living it up)

You love to wine and dine, come be my lady (Yeah), lady

You talk a little sweet about me, a lot of sour

I know that you believe in stars

And just like stars, you know your words got a lot of power

You know I'm good at reading you, I spent like ten thousand hours

I must've bought you ten thousand flowers, ignore red flags and audibles

I even bought your daughter clothes and your father clothes

And I bought you diamonds even though I got a heart of gold

And on your enemies, we rode, I go Picasso, Art of War

We a different pedigree

I did some foul shit across the line, you seen the petty me

I never gave you infidelity or tried to wreck your credibility

I'm not your ex, I'm your ecstasy

Methamphetamines, ain't no better me, facts

It get kinda hard to replace me (Kinda hard to, yeah)

So don't go lookin' for nobody else (Straight up)

I was keeping my heart there on safety (That's right, heart there on)

But now I'm letting it go until ain't none left (You know I'm the one)

You got a lot to lose, but it's all basic (Ha ha)

I'll probably ride the times to prevent a late text (I'll probably ride the times, I ride that)

I bet I'm living it up while so spacey (Bet I'm living it up, whoa, whoa)

You love to wine and dine, come be my lady, lady (Yeah)

You know I'm just tryna do what I'm meant to do

Teach and please you

You know, never mistreat you and treat you

You know how it goes

It's that Don Life shit

Sean Don

Esco

I got that New York walk

I got that Detroit soul, you know

Ha ha

Til The War Is Won lyrics - Nas (feat. Lil Durk)

You know I love you different, my queen, my mother, sister

Protect you with my life, let's deconstruct the myth-uh

You just depressed a bit, and only good for sexin' with you

Let's dismantle that, it's a man you lack

You don't need us, you could handle that

Let's see where the black family at

We need each other, with bad tempers, we defeat each other

Single mothers, my heart's bleeding for you

These coward men, that were beating on you (Never me)

Let's silence them, with a silencer

For the violence of relationships

Hold your head up, don't take that shit, run away from it

I shoulda ran away myself, the amount of pain I was dealt

And I'm a man, my job is to help

Single parent home, came up, now the man is grown

Mom's gone, pop's here, wish God reversed the roles

(Sometimes) If I could've chose, subsidized housin'

Sometimes witnessin' the most foulest things would arouse us

We became numb like pure 'caine on the tongue

To the pains from economical strains

Diabolical games put on our future kings

And our future queens, y'all the strongest ones (Yeah)

May God give strength to women who lost their sons

I give all I have 'til the war is won (Ooh whoa, oh-oh)

We're nothing without our women

I give all I have 'til the war is won (Yeah)

(Ooh whoa, oh-oh)

I give all I have

2020 flows, everything getting exposed (Exposed)

Who really the bros? (Bros) Who really is goals? (Goals)

Who ready to let it go? All the grudges we hold (Uh)

It's too many fallen soldiers NY to the 'Go (Chi-Town)

Late night outside, you hear the forty drum (Baow)

In every ghetto and all the slums (For real)

These laws made to slaughter us (Damn)

I give all I have 'til the war is won

I was servin' out my mama crib, she ain't know about it (She ain't know about it)

Complaining about my rent, but I know my mama got me (My mama got me)

She told me to be a man, and never sleep through problems (Sleep through problems)

University of the streets, I ain't plan on going to college (Oh yeah)

Why you crying 'bout low income and welfare? (Ooh)

You ain't the only one going through it, this everywhere

Better hold your head, I know it don't feel fair

Reason my people dead and they know I still care

Depending on the people, then you gotta do better

Black lives matter, I'm for real, it do matter (For real, it do matter)

Black-on-black crime, they still do it to whoever (Whoever)

Talking to the trenches, we just gotta do better (Do better)

He think he Martin Luther, but he tryna be a shooter (Tryna be a shooter)

Got his car took, he ride with guns in the Uber (In the Uber)

I'm talking where we from, we carry MACs, but no computers (No computers)

He got out yesterday, but he went in when he was juvie (Chi-Town)

Diabolical games put on our future kings

And our future queens, y'all the strongest ones (Yeah)

May God give strength to women who lost their sons

I give all I have 'til the war is won

She do the best to raise our young

Ooh, she independent and she don't depend on no one

We nothing without our women

Ooh, she independent, went from a girl to a woman

One love to the single mothers

Ooh, oh, yeah, yeah

I give all I have 'til the war is won (Ooh, whoa, oh-oh)

'Til the war is won, we gotta stick together

Women, stop chasing your man away

Men, stop acting crazy, chasing your woman away

We all we have 'til the war is won, yeah

All Bad lyrics - Nas (feat. Anderson .Paak)

To all the ones I loved across the world, uh-huh

It was all good 'til it went bad (Hit-Boy)

It's all bad

It was all good 'til she went bad

Damn, I hate to take a loss

Damn, it hurts to take a loss (She went bad on me, y'all)

It's all bad

It's all good 'til it's all bad

Damn, I hate to take a loss (She went bad on me, y'all)

Damn, it hurts to take a loss

Time passes by, I'm asking, "Why?"

You match my fly, no cap, no lie

Trophy, arm candy, but I'm better without it

It's a dub, my love, but I gotta reroute it

It's a lottery, it's loaded, hope I can see all the motives

Before she make a fool out of me, I should know 'cause I'm older

Wasn't meant for me, fuck it, we ain't agree on no subject

We look good together when we was out in the public

You used to brighten my day, had me hype as a kid

First, good morning, good night, now she leave me on read

I'm disappointed, it's different chicks who want it

Can't lie, for a minute, I was sick to my stomach

You need to stop, breathe, think

Before you say the wrong thing

And I wish I could stay the night

But I feel some type of way about it

I've been stayin' up late

Thinking about this day (Yeah)

And I wish I could stay the night

But I feel some type of way about it, aw yeah

And it's all bad (All bad, all bad)

I might have to just fall back, fall back

Damn, I hate to take a loss (Man, I hate to take a loss)

Damn, it hurts to take a loss

It's all bad (All bad, mmh)

You got some problems that I just can't solve, no, no, no

Damn, I hate to take a loss

Damn, it hurts to take a loss (Take a loss)

I don't love you, girl, that's far from true

Even took you to the barbecue

That should show how I much I fuck with you

I know I gotta make the choice, shit is overdue

I had to let you off, might have to take a loss

I might have to take a loss, take a loss

I kinda like it when I'm far from you lately

I'm kinda fed up with the bullshit you do

You need to stop, breathe, think

Before you say the wrong thing

And I wish I could stay the night

But I feel some type of way about it

I've been stayin' up late

Thinking about this day (Yeah)

And I wish I could stay the night

But I feel some type of way about it, aw yeah

Yeah, since Guess was spotted on my denim pockets

And my wave grease would amaze geeks and freeze fly chicks

Where they stood, I never lost the steps, stay splashin'

Not one of these just got money, not knowin' how to act

New to these bad ones, I was on fly chicks since junior high

Beautiful fly girls caught my eye

Takin' down some of the girls Drake and Future took down

But I got no time for juveniles throwing tantrums

Texting me that they hate my one-word answers

Here's two, call me, this is you stalling

Guess we through, you ignore me, days go by

Missing you be the worst, play the game, who gon' hit who first

Checking my Yachtmaster, Pac blaster

Wonder why they call you bitch, empty shot glasses

Scrolling back on the thread, the nice things you once said

Look at us now, it's all bad

Aw yeah, and it's all bad

You know I might have to just fall back, fall back

Damn, I hate to take a loss (Man, I hate to take a loss)

Damn, it hurts to take a loss (Oh)

It's all bad (All bad, all bad)

You got some problems, I can't solve 'em all, uh, uh, uh

Damn, I hate to take a loss (Man, I hate to take a loss)

Damn, it hurts to take a loss

Damn, I love it when you talk to me crazy

But who the fuck you think you talking to?

The Definition lyrics - Nas (feat. Brucie B)

Yes

Something new from my man Nas

This the world-famous Brucie B

We call this one "The Definition", ha ha

It's that vibe

Get your groove on, step, clean, ya know what I mean?

All the way from Queensbridge, my man Nas

Something new, here we go (Hit-Boy)

Yo, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

Traffickers, African Latin, wire tappings

Here come the people, run my people, they don't treat us equal

I'm talking the law for me, freedom is illegal

Tape telephone conversations, what kind of nation

Got three hundred million people they investigating?

I know they're tryna watch me, a Russian oligarchy

Politically, it's principle they try to stop me

Powerful people will silence you, they try to mute you

Unethical ways put you in prison, try to roof you

Our youth is dead to us, they called us superpredators

Stupid words from the President's mouth, where are his editors?

Antarctica is 65 degrees

Global warming, they don't wanna believe

And they're hanging people on trees

And what the fuck is up with Gayle King?

A black male, a female thing, a failed thing

Journalism or internalism

Shirley Chisolm wouldn't play the victim

Eartha Kitt woulda been finished with him

Top of the charts, guarded my heart, playing my part

Sun rising but they want us to stay in the dark

Scorned woman wanna slump me, to fade me to dark

King's disease, I cure this shit with my art

The definition of King's Disease

Well, also known as rich man disease

You ain't gotta be rich to get it

Just doing too much, you'll get it

Gout, uric acid levels up high

Get you some lemon grass

Some cherries, alkaline water

Ha ha

Tell a friend to tell a friend

My man Nas

It's the world-famous

Full Circle lyrics - Nas (feat. The Firm, AZ, Foxy Brown & Cormega)

(Hit-Boy, G. Ry got me)

Ayo, Hit-Boy, man

I need to roll up some of that fonto you got, man

I be seeing you smoking

Yo, how that I.E. weather?

Uh

Tilted brim like Goldie talking

Pryor listening, my prior women had no remorse

When they tried to end on no discourse, no discussion

I'm all alone and all the people with the big hats on went home

So what you gon' do now, Goldie? Your bottom left you

It's up to me and you, Goldie, through introspection

You ain't Goldie, you Nas, and my heart ain't cold as it was

And I go through multiple love triangles over and over enough

I talk to my boxing trainer, he's my logic explainer

Conversations through our combination

He told me, "Stick and move," and "Different rules apply to different women"

Some women's into licking women

Some women's independent, some women want brothers who educated

Some women want Benzes, leather seats that are perforated

Some do malevolent snake shit

Yo, you can miss me with that fake shit (Peace king)

Dialogue superb, flyest cars on the curb, word

When I evolved, a higher God emerged reserved

More subtle, come from the stress and the struggle

Young then, obsessed in the bubble about it

Took advantage if a woman allowed it

One of the foulest, some would say I was childish, money-driven

Mischievous, I perceived it as livin', gifts and ribbons

Any kisses on the lips was forbidden, I was on it

She curvy, then shorty was cornered, no worries

For the naughty, it was higher performance, or was it really?

The games that I was playin' was silly

Similar to them days when I was packin' that milly, it could've killed me

Caution never crossin' my mind, she callin' cryin'

Me, I'm more concerned why she ain't fallin' in line, was buggin'

Grew a lot since they said I was stubborn

Guess it's real, even players need lovin'

When you enamored by female companions, there's no standards

Once you hit and it switch the dynamics, that's the damage

Reflectin' on first impressions, what's she expectin'?

Why when men don't follow directions, it's deception?

I was intrigued by fine women, I realized

Some were drop-dead gorgeous living a lie

Oblivious to beauty inside truly defines

Will you walk with me or are you there for the ride?

For better or worse, every blessing and curse

Understand exotic sands come after the dirt

I was dealing since adolescent

Thinking my girl was my possession, I stand corrected

It takes understanding and affection

Time is money, I need growth for my investment

I don't like attention unless it's a woman

With majestic grace like an empress in Essence

Let's just chill, catch vibes in Negril

Celebratin', many of us never made it (Ha ha)

Whatever brings you down won't elevate you (Uh)

Like a real one beside you is very gracious

Ill Na Na top five, nigga, dead or alive

Nigga or bitch, Firm mafiosa shit

Ayo, Esco, name a bitch fuckin' with me

Did a bullet, came home, Brooklyn gave me the key

No cap though, facts though, nigga, that's really rap, though

Like really though, my nigga, she really back though

Like really though, my nigga, she really rap though

In my lowski low shit, nigga

Got my wooskies locin', nigga

Comme de Garçons loafers on my posters, Firm la familia

First lady, nigga, Bonnie for real

Pussy power like Tasha pushed Tommy to kill, uh

Black Sheba, Philipp Plein on a sneaker

Low in a two-seater, bitch, I spits ether

I'm saying my salaams, what up?

Got my three gods with me, so ladies, keep it a buck

La familia

Life (Life)

Everything comes back around full circle (Yup)

(Miss me with that...)

What up, Hit-Boy? One of my favorites (Ooh)

Yeah, you know what the fuck this is (What is it?)

King shit, Firm Biz

Mastered this, no alternative

Classic shit, that's affirmative

Ha, got me out here on my first-degree murder shit

Stretch marks from this art, gave birth to this

And I stand by every word of this

Malcolm X with a check, close curtains, bitch

Yeah

10 Points lyrics - Nas

America the beautiful, gangsta's paradise

For a black man to be rich, you say we sacrifice our own family members

Like we're not savvy enough to make outstanding figures

And ain't nobody in no cult

I give so much, financially give away

But there's an aspect of that that's crippling to us today

Still coping and dealing with my environment as a kid

I trust no one today because what someone in my past did

King, gotta learn to let it go and move forward

King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in

King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it

Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it

King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing

King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing

King, I started sayin' "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest"

And after that, it took off like fire, peace, King

Took it from a street dude, you don't need to be a street dude

Get a lawyer, read your contract, and eat food

Become Roberta Flack or Lionel

When you catch flack, that mean they got they eye on you

Produce great results, they start to lie on you

Is it love for a Queens dude in Supreme shoes

Or did the street code expire with these dudes?

Especially now, I don't expect you to bow, but stand

Creating jobs, named my venture from after the land

I came from, that's unheard of

A hood that's known for murder now doing mergers

The streets is a lie, don't believe these dudes, jail or death is all you get

They tell you never move, but when they get money, they split

King, gotta learn to let it go and move forward

King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in

King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it

Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it

King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing

King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing

King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest" (Peace King)

And after that, it took off like fire

They hardly happy for you, keep doing what you do

You can't please everybody, and not everybody is you

Don't try to force a square peg in a round circle, that shit'll hurt you

Don't try to fit in either, you're better off with neither

Few veteran speakers get medicine when you need it

Especially when we all need knowledge instead of sneakers

Stop hangin' on to childhood trauma, it defeats us

Our challenge is holding ourselves back, I hope you felt that

Queen, gotta learn to let it go and move forward

King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in

King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it

Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it

King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing

King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing

King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest"

And after that, it took off like fire, peace, King

The Cure lyrics - Nas

Too many changes, you changed from your greatness

Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless

The markets see you as a old-ass artist

The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest

Stay on your path, stay on your craft

They just want you to switch your lanes up so they can hate on your ass

What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain

Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's grace

I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing

'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great queen

What these kings have in common? They had women who solid

Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who wasn't ready

They envy the unhappiness of the greats

They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for ways

To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt

A Vandross, here's the cure, the antidote

A thousand milligrams, make sure you don't overdose

Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the cold

Cold game, don't get exposed, stories get told

You glamorize the game, it ain't a glorious road

Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip

King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't mean shit

The cure, love of the allure

Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord

Roll the credits

Cuban link QB chain belong in the MOMA

So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven summers

Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the moment

Pac saw the chain, got his medallion, I won't

Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his stomach

Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's shit

Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish

Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist

I'm studied like a book by many

They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley

White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga

On my Rick James behavior

Life is school for the soul and I'm in life seven already

Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit

Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit

Still goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick

We looked at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems

My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving

And whatever they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless

Turns out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest

Decisions was sharper, my predictions was on it

No fortune teller, just going off regular signs

Niggas often tell ya they moves

Without a word, just reading they mind

Wasn't needin' no nine

Corner executive born in ghetto hell

Where metal yell especially over necklaces

Life lessons is karma

Whatever you dish out come back as blessings or to haunt ya

Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor

That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas back

Play the Clue tapes for old verses

Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas will rise 'em up

Like they wasn't live enough, many lives I've touched

Can I get a witness?

Can I get a witness?

I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge shit

Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit

Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah)

Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit

Yeah

Like Jabari, I'm on some Bridge shit

Shooter live on

Kings live forever

Yeah

We go through a lot

And nobody wanna hear about what we go through

And that's cool too

Every man go through the same Mondays and Fridays

Same sun, moon, and stars

It's just how you stand like a man

Spicy lyrics - Nas (feat. Fivio Foreign & A$AP Ferg)

Pricy

Hit-Boy

Boss shit, your Lordship

Niggas talkin' yachts since I'm on shit

I used to run the block, now I'm corporate (Corporate)

Hoppin' out, you know it's Son when the doors lift

Whole squad hide the burners (Whole squad)

Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda

They watch me like the chip', courtside at The Rucker

Flow only getting tougher, she beggin' me to cuff her

Brooklyn Sweet Chick, waffles with raspberry butter

Wear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summer

If I can't get it done, I got soldiers with me to cover

Queens get the money, we only stackin' it upwards

G's stay icy 'cause shit get spicy

She on Demon Time, I get her a timepiece

Patek, niggas not lit, not like me

Can't get nothin' by me, my mind is 2090

¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy

Cost money, beat the charge money

Fast money, push to start money

Large money, Escobar money (Uh)

Little advice (Little advice), always add spice (Uh)

Always get the liquor with the ice (Not me)

I don't give a fuck if that's his wife (Nah)

I could bag any bitch in these all-white Nikes (Uh)

That ain't right (Nah), if she tell me, "No", I'm gettin' tight

Look, every time you saw me I was nice (Ay)

Every time I saw you, you was light (You was)

Uh, every bitch you with look like a dyke (Lil' bitch)

Uh, I mean she might (Might) not never be my type, nah

She might never be my type, look

That bitch is trash (Bitch is trash), I only fuck her for the hype (Uh)

I only fuck her for the hype, look (Uh)

¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy

Cost money, beat the charge money

Fast money, push to start money

Large money, Escobar money

Niggas saying Ferg back, but I been with the shits

Might make a grill with Tiffany's on my gentleman shit

My drill niggas out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and shit

Bumpin' Pop out the whip while we sippin' and shit (Movie)

Model bitches that's precise, fuck attendants off the flights

Keep the vision through the lights, never blinded by the hype

Keep the Tommy near the belly, sincere 'cause I'm hype

Got a ghetto Naomi Campbell, designer with the Nikes

I'm the one talkin' spice, twelve-year-old killers

With the guns and the knives, better run for your life

Got a queen in Queens and my ex a Puerto Rican spice

My Harlem bitch doin' time, gettin' caught up with the swipes

¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy

Cost money, beat the charge money (Uh)

Fast money, push to start money (Uh)

Large money, Escobar money (Lil' bitch)

Hit-Boy, we got another one (Pricy)

Nastradamus, Fivio (Vroom)

A$AP Ferg (Yeah!)

compilation: The Lost Tapes II (2019)

• No Bad Energy
• Vernon Family
• Jarreau Of Rap (Skatt Attack)
• Lost Freestyle
• Tanasia
• Royalty
• Who Are You
• Adult Film
• War Against Love
• The Art of It
• Highly Favored
• Queens Wolf
• It Never Ends
• You Mean the World to Me
• QueensBridge Politics
• Beautiful Life 

No Bad Energy lyrics - Nas

I'm oblivious to you skeptics

What you hear you ain't ever hear 'til I repped it

Iridescent heroes essence, please clear the exits

I chase demons outdoors, force 'em to hear the message, air 'em out

Heard some people discussing my whereabouts

Yeah, it's been a few sightings of me, a fair amount

Never seen much, but yet I'm never in the house

Move in style, wild, exciting when I do step out

Y'all been rhyming for years and Jungle made a hit

"Oochie Wally" I did

Sold a million records

Had 'em embarrassed

Signed to Columbia

Blew a check, he was laughing

While y'all in the studio bragging about your past and

Thinking back on trips on Manhattan

Dad was rolling hotels like The Plaza

Black bellhops holding

Rich people bags, tip their hats to old men coming out of cabs

Limousine holding doors for them

We all got a job to do, go for it

No bad energy, please, no bad energy

(Just try to be the best you, man

That's all I can say, man)

No bad energy, please, no bad energy

(Don't light over here, man

Put that away, man, put that away)

No bad energy, please, no bad energy

(Tryna tell 'em, know what I'm saying?

Big Apple my Hennessy, please)

No bad energy, please, no bad energy

(On the rocks, yeah)

To rappers who never sold crack, telling other people's lives

Never shot nobody but be shooting people in their rhymes

Never robbed nobody or re-upped with coke in they ride

I'm probably who they talking about when they're writing most of their lines

And I ain't notice it

Trapping was what was happening with bolder cliques

Around me I'm surrounded by the most devoted clique

We saw the smokers get rowdy for all the potentness

And still ain't know how sick it was in that ocean abyss

What doesn't come out in the wash comes out in the rinse

You suckers ain't had no say so

Whoever put you in the position to have a say so should be questioned theyself

I'm silk shirts, summer time sunny, sun chaser

Pretty girl tongue taster, southern girl luster

City girl love maker

The matinee watcher

The good weather on a Saturday afternoon shopper

Good gift copper

Still miss Big Poppa

No bad energy, please, no bad energy

No bad energy, please, no bad energy

No bad energy, please, no bad energy

No bad energy, please, no bad energy

Vernon Family lyrics - Nas

Literally rich since nine-six

Still woulda hit a enemy with a TEC in nine-six

Exotic material on the neck and fly whips

I was fresh out the 'jects, decked out to death

Y'all witnessed it, I could fill you with real millionaire shit

Escargot, my car fresh from the dealership

Esco alias, my escrow grow daily

It's the freshest Air Max wearer, yes

Ejaculatory depression after sex

And that mean after I nut, don't touch me, no questions

Unless she's a restless spirit then I can heal it

Spend a lot of time together, I know her feelings

But you fightin' what the essence of a woman is

I respect you, my love's limitless

But what are you becoming?

You wanna be the man or the woman? Play your position

Mornin' or night I'm lickin' the pudding ain't I?

Since my days of St. Ides

Pullin' out box cutters to bang opps who ain't us

To Bentley Continentals, see the man I is

Hand-to-hand hustlers always claiming they ran The Brizz

The big homies don't approve that

Felt and Dirty Red fundin' RK but where was you at?

We all tried to move crack

Nowadays I'm just showing my age

The new goons hardly heard of these legendary names, it's strange

The Bridge rappers influenced me, son

But if I was in the Juice Crew, we woulda won

No disrespect 'less disrespect served to me

You a gangsta groupie, gassin' niggas to murder me, nigga?

Who I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family

And that's word to Yammy, yeah

Deep roots, I ain't have to fake it yet

Old solid tree branches ain't breakin' yet

A vet

Get rich project niggas

Billionaire mindset niggas

Know you know my set, niggas

10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family

Get rich project niggas

Billionaire mindset niggas

Know you know my set, niggas

10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family

I got the je ne sais quoi, why bother

With girls who like to play keep-away with they toddlers?

She started with good intentions like a rich pastor

Bitch was bad, turned from good thing to disaster

Takes forever to build a rep, one second to lose it

She put her neck in a noose, snapped it

Hangin' on every word she heard come outta cougar mouth, super foul

Play your cards right, deuces wild, salute my pals

Fathers all around the board goin' through it

She got lobster appetites, lots of habits

Like frontin' when she need apartment deposits

Here's something, get you a starter

But pardon my pimpin', I don't sponsor

I don't buy cars, I coach you to win, know what?

If you broke and your man don't teach you, get rid of him

Who I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon, still

And that's word to Will, for real

Get rich project niggas

Billionaire mindset niggas

Know you know my set, niggas

10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family

Get rich project niggas

Billionaire mindset niggas

Know you know my set, niggas

10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family

Shout to Draws, Spanky, Black Ed, Hands

Shout to Shabazz, Wewop and Harvey

Rest in glory

TJ Killa Black, rest in glory

Shout to all the young legends we losin' too soon

Yeah

Jarreau Of Rap (Skatt Attack) lyrics - Nas (feat. Al Jarreau & Keyon Harrold)

Round, round, round, round a melody

Round, round, round, round a harmony

Round, round, round, round a melody

Melody, harmony, melody, steadily

Round, round, round, round a melody

Round, round, round, round a harmony

Round, round, round, round a melody

Melody, harmony, melody, steadily

Everybody's not gon' get you but keep going

I be cruising 40,000 feet like I'm a Boeing

Doubting me, they said I would have no longevity

Instead I'm steadily repping these fundamentals

I assemble these sentences

'Cause someone said that I've been unadventurous

I've been uninterested, learning life is what matters

Chill, I'm the humble bragger

I could son a rapper, every one of you rappers

Vámonos, I be running you rappers

Adios, I don't see none of you rappers

All of y'all under me rappers

I need to golf, need a day to relax

Get a massage, Al Jarreau on the track

Al Jarreau of rap, made the Mets hat

More famous than Strawberry, y'all know this already

Here's our symphony

A measure by measure, a pleasure of harmony, melody

Here's the memories

I used to play 40th and Vernon every yesterday

Had a lot of losses

It hurt a lot losing cats but it was worth it

I gave a lot, giving back still

I catch heat 'cause I'm black and I'm ill

And I'm real and made millions and they in they feelings

They can't hide it

I don't internalize it, I ignore it

I was taught to observe it

Not absorb it, so I don't absorb it

Melody

Married to harmony

One in the same

Taking over all

My reverie stumbling, tumbling, fumbling, fumbling

Taking over all

My reverie stumbling, stumbling, tumbling, fumbling

Evolution of a man and his music

The ill fill of harmonic symphonic acoustic

My Wikipedia just said it, I'm multimedia

When you rock O2 arena

You made it then it's crazy and now you gotta rock stadiums

I played it some where you tuck away and play the cut

Then they front

Then the shade come, they try to say that your day is done

Melody

Married to harmony

One in the same

Here's a melody, I used to play counterpoint every every yesterday

Here's a melody, I used to play counterpoint every every yesterday

Melody

Married to harmony

One in the same

Melody, memory, melody

Melody, memory, harmony, steadily

Melody, memory, melody

Melody, memory, harmony, steadily

Taking over all

My reverie stumbling, tumbling, fumbling, fumbling

Taking over all

My reverie stumbling, tumbling, fumbling, fumbling

Melody, memory, melody

Melody, memory, harmony, steadily

Melody, memory, melody

Melody, memory, harmony, steadily

Melody

Married to harmony

One in the same

Lost Freestyle lyrics - Nas

In our younger days we were so in love

And the thought of losing you was enough

Can't lose me

Who be the holy prophet, they watchin' with all his posture?

His Rothstein goggle game be the dopest, he gots to

Be from the '80s era

His tint is shade Carrera, Queens forever

Green pipe seats, clean Panamera

Amateur Hanna-Barbera characters know they envy

The illest Hennessy Black sipper with loaded semis

You pick of the week, voted-in rappers you go against me

You can't tantalize a call girl with just a roll of pennies

Can't bait a lion in ya trap without a tranquilizer

You enterin' a boxing ring with no trainer beside ya

My Panerai watch glows like Avatar

Caviar black diamonds, can you imagine, y'all

Takin' from a rich man plate? Kick in his door

'Cause his war with the bloodsuckers of the poor

The first shall be last, that's just universal law

Pop the cork, the Perrier-Jouët pours, like this

I tell a story of a prince life and all his glory

It's killin' me softly

Somber like the buildings in Fort Greene

Hood monsters and niggas who walk mean

Hood niggas and they just came home and they grip they chrome

Can you hear me, is this thing on?

Test, one, two, gimme some feedback if y'all could feel it

For the home invasion dudes that be robbin' dealers

Picture me runnin' inside they crib, rollin' wit' ya

Mask on the face, tyin' up the sister

Lookin' for the bricks to get richer

Smackin' up the dude with the gun, take the jewels and the funds

A dirty game when you servin' 'caine

Got feds to watch, hoes to watch, checkpoints and roadblocks

Police barricades, batterrams

Doors off the hinges, wake up flinchin', who ratted, man?

Knew who it had to been, states, feds and housin' added in

Every department searchin' your apartment

Ransackin' it, found four ratchets

DEA jackets, we gotta escape the madness

Ha ha, yeah, escape the madness

Yeah, through the eyes of Pablo

That's how I'm lookin' at you, there's an obstacle in everything

It's all natural, I'm keepin' it pilin'

Keepin' heat with the silencers

Learnin' Greek and Italian, speak with kings while dinin'

Good with hyenas, meanin' it's hood when it's time for ridin'

Ties with suppliers from my days of the projects

Where I resided, a phenomenon

With the ambitions of a rider

Pretty amazon on my arm, nigga, I'm the flyest

The flyest, ha ha, yeah

Lemme hear that

Tanasia lyrics - Nas

Tanasia, Tanasia

If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia

Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?

Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor

Truck jewels, big stacks, mustard boots

Construction on her feet, she eat duck confit

I shoot up the club whenever I hit it raw

If she have a baby by me, I'ma love her more

Brings food to the crib when I'm laying low

And she know how to roll weed, but don't smoke

Chinese massages, wifey, no side-chick

Go sight-seeing with the god

Playing cards with my dad, frying chicken for the mob

Simply Lemonade, raspberry for the wash, gosh

She know who tryin' to rock her to sleep to get to me

Give 'em the side eye when she see 'em in the street

Her brother locked up, he doin' ten up in the beast

He's short, he comin' home and she hyped for his release

Fly her to Hollywood, watch flicks from Nollywood

Like hydraulics, she ride the wood

Tanasia, Tanasia

If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia

Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?

Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor

Tanasia, Tanasia

If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia

Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?

Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor

She edu-ma-cated, she said she related to the Asian

Ethic persuasion, the sex is amazin'

Never bought her a Birkin, my night-time nurse

May be more like a surgeon, nice on the eyes, I put that work in

Back when she was on the same block that I would service

Said, "It's straight," we need a place up in Jamaica Estates

And she was like, "Oh no" in a silky Kimono

Said the streets, the snakes, plus Governor Cuomo

Flashes out the window, people takin' my photo

She knew I wasn't gon' be no husband, I be a no-show

Leave her standin' at the altar, bro, I couldn't falter

Plus that Nigerian blood mixed in her culture

Body like she Evel Knievel, on the soul cycle

Lookin' like Janet, dance like Michael

She knew I wasn't cut from the cloth to be a Czar

Now she hit the town with the legal Escobar, she's my—

Tanasia, Tanasia

If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia

Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?

Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor

Tanasia, Tanasia

If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia

Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?

Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor

We fresh outta the Met Gala, express power

Exude the essence of best-dressed for the next hour

Toast glasses, velvet ropes, no trespassin'

Hella smoke, our section has the best fashion

Picture us laughin', how ticklish the money has us

Like little kids, but the difference is we'd much rather

Be ghost, back in the crib, some avocado toast

Laid-back, we choose that over Amalfi Coast

Chillin', startin' to think about children

And bringin' 'em in the world with Kim Jong illin'

But since I'm feelin' what I'm feelin' and she feelin' what she feelin'

I'm willin', she's willin', we buildin'

Every man originated in Asia

One continent, Africa was a part of Asia

Here we are, in this Western Civilization

I believe that we was destined to make it

Tanasia, Tanasia

If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia

Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?

Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor

Tanasia, Tanasia

If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia

Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?

Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor

Royalty lyrics - Nas (feat. RaVaughn)

Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead)

Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs)

Put a crown on your head and remove the chains

Even diamond chains are for slaves

Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh

Don't taste the poison (Poison)

No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no

'Cause they don't know you're royalty

But they gon' know when they see us

A known fraud once fell on his own sword

Scrawny as a fiend, he'll tell on his own broad

His lady's crazy and it bugs me

Behind her best friend back, she call her best friend baby ugly

Less then a week ago

He's beatin' his dick to a freak he know

Talkin' dirty to him on speakerphone

Right before he clinked up, his girl creeped up

Swung a knife, hit his cheekbone, made a deep cut

He holdin' his face, he out the door

She yellin' out the window, "You can stay with that whore"

Hours went past, stitched up with the gauze

Gettin' drunk by the store, smokin' blunts with some more

Fraud ass niggas who like to front and big talk

Never swung at nobody, never let a gun spark

Big nine-seven Benz with the old body

Pulls up to the corner, out jumps his old hottie

Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead)

Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs)

Put a crown on your head and remove the chains

Even diamond chains are for slaves

Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh

Don't taste the poison (Poison)

No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no

'Cause they don't know you're royalty (Nigga)

But they gon' know when they see us (Yo)

Football wives, basketball wives

Mistresses slash more tires with knives

They lookin' for a dollar

I'm lookin' for a JoAnne Chesimard to turn to a shotta

Spot a King of Diamonds, Onyx, one bitch get it off the floor

Other chick out of her man's pockets

What kind of shows you be watchin'?

It shows, this is how we choose who we should rock with

I think about settlin' down again, have more seeds

Ten toes on the ground again, let hoes be

Nothin' like makin' love with somebody you love

Nothin' like comin' home to grub

Netflix, hugs with a wet kiss

The best shit, take my mind off of makin' records

I need that moral support

Give me a reason to spoil you more

Make 'em jealous of who we are

Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead)

Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs)

Put a crown on your head and remove the chains

Even diamond chains are for slaves

Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh

Don't taste the poison (Poison)

No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no

'Cause they don't know you're royalty

But they gon' know when they see us

Tryna get my niggas legitimate

Shit is ugly, my dudes strugglin', drug dealer shit

Silhouette of a murderer, thug nigga, fitted Mets cap

Drunk liquor bit, young black militant

Just hopin' I hit a lick, a criminal's wit

Intelligence, still a menace each Guinness I sip

Bring the kid ideas, the visions I get

How this dude rich? He snuck in with no citizenship

Motivation, so I get off my ass

I'm the star of the movie, lookin' for my supportin' cast

Read the Forbes pages, lookin' at G4s

Wish it could be more, pray I beat the court cases

Women with small waists, lonely, I ain't too far

Smoke weed, and count paper

I'm about paper and pussy and buyin' the bar

Fly ass niggas, y'all jealous of who we are

Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead)

Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs)

Put a crown on your head and remove the chains

Even diamond chains are for slaves

Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh

Don't taste the poison (Poison)

No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no

'Cause they don't know you're royalty

But they gon' know when they see us

Who Are You lyrics - Nas (feat. David Ranier)

Hudson

Heard you got your master's

Did college up, never looked back, now that's what's happening

And it's good to see you made it out the hood

With a degree, a true man with passion

Now you could enter the so-called "White Man's Society"

And go right past 'em

Looking in the Wall Street Journal for your face

But it's always absent

There he go, that's him

Eating flan and ambrosia, watch on his arm, golden, laughin'

Try to get his attention, but he's flinching

Guess my grimy clothes threw him off, so I mention

We were neighbors some time ago

He was kinda cold, in this restaurant, full of his kind and more

He sighed, tried to look surprised, I know

His side of the city where he resides, so

I had to go, I heard him laugh hard at some sad black jokes

Hate so-called "intellectuals"

No balls, he suggests we vote

He stand all proud, speaking to correct his folks

He want to lecture folks 'cause he professional

And he suggest that we don't sell dope

And I guess it's true, but who the fuck are you?

Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?

Tryna tell me who I am?

Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not?

Tryna tell me what I'm not

Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?

Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am

I'm Idi Amin, I'm Marcus Garvey

H. Rap Brown, I'm Muhammad Ali

I'm Reginald Lewis, George Washington Carver

I'm Nas with incredible music, let's do it

Thinking of a master plan

Sipping on disaster, smoking on gangster

Watching niggas argue, chillin' on my bar-stool

With my Hell Up in Harlem hat in hand

With a girl named Pat

She more than a waitress to order your drink with

She divorced a banker and bought the bar

She got an automobile, she give an order to kill

You get caught and robbed, we could see your walk is off

You could lose your rhythm when you outta the gutter for a while

You easily go to soft from hard

Now we all about hustlers, number runners, hoes and sharks

And we all know the code of the block

And you talking some gibberish, anti-nigga shit

'Cause you marched back with Rosa Parks?

Brother, don't start, go build your Noah's Ark

You could float to the end of the world, and pretend what you not

But I know what you are

While I roll in my car, and I'm spending my knot

While my enemies plot, you ain't out of the shot

Matter of fact, you're an easier target

And I respect everything you accomplished

But I hope I never get old and talk that nonsense

So who the fuck are you?

Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?

Tryna tell me who I am?

Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not?

Tryna tell me what I'm not

Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?

Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am

She Queen of Nzinga

Winnie Mandela, Ida B. Wells

Why can't you tell?

Why can't you tell?

Adult Film lyrics - Nas (feat. Swizz Beatz)

R-A-W

R-A-W

Fuck outta here, second guessin' our love

Dick Tracy, detective, inspectin' hoes need a hug

You need to detect this dick, get your ass out the club

Get a cookbook, you gossipin', watchin' hip-hop and love, uh

I don't mean to be brass, even a genius asks questions in class

Supposed to know a love that'll last

Her friends say "Don't mess with rappers", correction

I'm Akhenaten, King Tut's predecessor

I fantasize, and no mind him, I'm slick with words

Tell your girlfriend I flip the birds

She don't know shit, I am your neighbor

Brother, homie, love, a friend to smoke with

I want us to take road trips, fuck that low shit

I'm on some more 'everybody-should-know' shit

Or let's be real discreet

Everybody lies, not everybody Nas

So your friend might hate (Ay)

When was the last time her and a man was straight? (Ay)

Just chill, light bulbs dim (Ay)

You are my adult film

Life begins right now

Life begins right now (My adult film)

Life begins right now (My adult film)

Life begins right now (R-A-W)

No matter what they say (You are, you are, my adult film)

Life begins right now (You my, you my, R-A-W)

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

Fuck outta here, second guessin' our love (Hey)

Dick Tracy, detective, inspectin' hoes need a hug

You need to detect this dick, get your ass out the club (Hey)

Then pick a good book, so we can both get our knowledge up, uh-huh

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

No matter what they say

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

The end of your comfort zone is the start of your life

The end of your comfort zone is the start of your life

You start to get comfortable after you get it right

Yeah, you start to get comfortable after you get it right

Misogynistic monologue what we dialogue

Yeah, I'm mature from the chest, and higher North

But below the waist, I'm a dog

Your girl in heat like cayenne sauce

She so sweet, but she kinda lost

Like me, African name with a diamond cross

But you a strong, stand-tall soldier

They lean on you, expecting 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

Eight millimeter cinematic celluloid

I see us both, little girl, little boy

Explorin' the world, similar, virgins became experienced

We both like it in front of mirrors, and this shit start weighin' on me

Feel your good vibes layin' on me

When them light bulbs dim

Lemme watch you, my adult film

Life begins right now

Life begins right now (My adult film)

Life begins right now (My adult film)

Life begins right now (R-A-W)

No matter what they say (You are, you are, my adult film)

Life begins right now (You my, you my, R-A-W)

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

Fuck outta here second guessin' our love (Hey)

Dick Tracy, detective, inspectin' hoes need a hug

You need to detect this dick, get your ass out the club (Hey)

Then pick a good book, so we can both get our knowledge up, uh-huh

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

No matter what they say

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

Life begins right now

Hey

Hey

War Against Love lyrics - Nas

Wassup, African?

Wassup, African?

Yo the Haiti, Barbados, Bahamas, Grenada

The war is against love, we under attack

Paris, Pyar, St. Thomas, DR

The war is against love, who's busting back?

From New York to Botswana, London to Guyana

To every single African that's on the map

Yo, to Mexico, to Cuba, Iceland to Bermuda

The war is against love, we under attack

Scientists told us how the Mayans lived

Highways are landing strips for planes to land

Before the Wright brothers planned aerodynamics

Now I am chilling 20 karats like a savage

Not embarrassed

Buy what I'm copping while I'm shopping out in Paris

Parasites try to steal the culture (True)

While chem trails and satellites hover over

Feds is watching, real niggas ask this is so (Ask this is so)

Still the 5th is loaded (5th is loaded)

For these lawyers who be ripping soldiers off in court

They don't get em all, they just take your money and lie

Have you sitting up north (Foul)

Study the law (Word)

Get your appeal (True)

Soon you back on the street the shit'd get real (Facts)

They try to kill us off since the days of the brilliant Moors

May they ships pull up to the Sicilian shores

So I hustle more, ain't no justice for the poor

Got me feeling like middle fingers up, fuck the law

Bust a Dutchie open, liquor pour

Chicago yo, you know Chicago y'all know

The war is against love, we under attack (Yeah)

New Orleans, New Orleans to Queens

Yo the war is against love, who's busting back? (Me)

To Detroit (Yeah), St. Louis (Yeah, yeah)

To every hood in all the 50 states on the map (Map)

Chocolate city, North and South Philly (Philly)

Feel me, the war is against love, we under attack

I went from, semi-bummy nigga to money nigga (Ha)

Bike nigga to car nigga

Christ nigga to Allah nigga (Alḥamdulillāh)

Then I evolved, nigga (Yeah)

No religions, my commandments are my standards (Word)

A stand up man, no clowning, no snitching

Got a bid, I'm sitting down

Do the time, call it paying taxes

Living with my actions (Word), corners to the grave

Yeah, I'm on that wave

Yeah, I fornicate with fly bitches, horny ways

Just the way I was taught, though (Uh)

Can't tell if this is reality or just another award show?

These women be lost, so beautiful, so smart (Word)

But why can't we be heavenly? Don't think, use your heart (Yo' heart)

'Cause we could be so great, pray it's not too late

Put pride aside, coincide, I bet we both be straight

Straight to the top, side to side, twin Rolls Royces

We made choices to be devoted (Uh)

To go at those foes who come at us with upside down crosses

The war is against love, I ain't trusting that (Trusting that, uh, uh)

The war is against love, who's busting back? (Me, me, me, uh)

To all the 50 states, all across the map (The whole world, too)

USA and beyond (And beyond)

The war is against love, how will you react to that?

Yeah, tell you how I'm reacting

I'm strapped and ready, go all the way

The war is against peace

The war is against love

Yeah, know that

The Art of It lyrics - Nas (feat. J. Myers)

Fire spitter, I ain't never met a higher nigga

Me extinguished is like Queensbridge fiendless

Mansion, marble foyer

I can afford a closet in alphabet order

A life, Adidas under A, the B for beater, Bottega

British Knights sneaker, my C so ill

That, man, I get chills when I look at my Christian Diors, they kill

D is for Dries Van Noten

Young niggas try to keep up with what I'm doing

D cups, tequila and blunts

Weed, women, and liquor

Depending on the day is a different mission

They not knowing, they wanna know what he got on

The QB Don went and got his Pete Rock on

Nas keep a fine bitch to roll his weed up for him

My niggas in Mount Vernon keep it G'd up for him

Speaking of G, the gat I'm good with it, hit your hood with it

.44s never could miss him, coming to see us

Glad to see you made it home to the hood, nigga

We blowing trees, tell me, don't it feel good, nigga?

Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?

La-la-la

Put that good shit in the air (Yeah)

La-la-la

Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas)

As long as we together (My QB niggas)

We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah)

La-la-la

Another bullet manufactured, another man in his casket

Fuck maintaining, that's lame language

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I duck quick

Seen fire flashes, the type of fire that spit out a magnum

And I'm the type who runs to the drama looking for who clapping

Nike boot, what I eat him, he like food

Pulled out the barrel

Four-fifths rip through bone marrow

Make his toes spiral the dirt

While his feet kick up rock, he's a sprinter

Police agenda, lock up niggas for three winters

When I attack I'm faceless like a iron mask

They get away quick, traceless, lying back, liars pass

I breathe deep like Lamaze class

Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last

Stretched out or in a body bag, I ain't that

Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last

Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?

La-la-la

Put that good shit in the air (Yeah)

La-la-la

Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas)

As long as we together (My QB niggas)

We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah)

La-la-la

Look, I don't have that much time, candidly, I'm in divorce

Rumors, DUIs, in and out of court

Different judges, assault charges hovers on your boy

Other niggas' wives lust to be under covers with your boy

Y'all don't want an angry Nas on your label

Y'all got plenty checks, CEO, man

I'm only 36 but if it's— point five on the table

I say with all respect my dude

Thank you, we had the best times but I'm about respect, I'm about the talent I possess

Never know, there could just be a time when I'm behind your desk then let you go

Could you imagine Nas the exec?

The artist on the masters controlling your release

Probably they wanna wait 'til I'm deceased to honor me

So my product'll be a big commodity

Not bothered if my son and daughter eat off of me

Cautiously I write this next line honestly 'cause I'm a G, there's no beef

I used to open off making fifty Gs

But now I spend that on a diamond to make her neck freeze

My larynx'll serenade the hood

I tell the cops my blood dirty, they say I'm all good

TMZ, they hoping when the marriage end I'ma turn to Larry Flynt

Nas is not the average gent, I'm on my classy shit

Here's one small percent of what y'all in store to get

More real nigga shit

Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?

La-la-la

Put that good shit in the air (Yeah)

La-la-la

Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas)

As long as we together (My QB niggas)

We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah)

La-la-la

Highly Favored lyrics - Nas

Patient

My faith is highly favored by the father, love to all

Rest in peace to Zanu, the barber brought cases

Celebrate and take us back to thought

The real New York, death to rapists and rats

The touch school to Brooklyn stories

The kings, the lifers, the lords of Queens

Or the stories on Puerto Rican righteous, I heard things

Know some people who know people

Getting money, the broke people claim you owe some people

It's easy to explain anything to a real liver of life

Who live where you live and see shit the same

Gotta watch who you joke with or get checked

We easily mistake jokes for disrespect

Where I'm from, it's never over if somebody dies

Somebody gon' ride, years later, somebody son, double 4-5

You laid up in ICU, hoping you survive

Too many stories like this one

What's shaking?

My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah)

Patience

My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to y'all (Peace to y'all, yeah)

What's shaking?

My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah)

What's shaking?

What's shaking?

Uh, yeah

Some are caricatures, amateur boys

I'm like a classic pianist with a handful of sores

Bandages on my finger, still managing chords

Like a live band, performing in a sand storm

Blind, but I still hit the right keys

Swift as a life breeze, dripping

In fear of God, scented in Diptyque fragrance

Some nights Creed flavors, I am motivation

I don't talk on the next man, I am never hating

This daily bread, holy bread

Alphabetical numerals, codes of red

What's more dense, gold or lead?

What's more expensive?

The OG said, "No matter what it is, rent it

And never buy it, it's all temporary possessions

We don't own nothing on this Earth but our soul and that's the lesson"

Project apartment parties, rest in peace to Marley

Try not to get booked by Officer Laverty

What's shaking?

My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah)

Patience

My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to y'all (Peace to y'all, yeah)

What's shaking?

My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah)

What's shaking?

What's shaking?

Queens Wolf lyrics - Nas

At fourteen tried out for the ball team

Junior high, they denied me

I shot bricks that made the backboard scream

Fightin' Italian rival gangs, they was sniffin' glue

I was skippin' school, smokin' green, that was the shit to do

Stole somebody team jacket at practice, slept through my classes

The borough Queens, so it's rep the Q to the casket

Average student, had illusions of the supernatural

Horror movie addict, werewolf fanatic and Dracul'

One night after school and train hoppin' and snatchin' jewels

I dozed at midnight, woke up a little after two

My hands shook violently

My eyes took red

My hair spun in ways

Bread was the only word I said

I heard voices in the nights calling, the Benz engine roaring

Heard that gin and champagne pourin' and niggas ballin'

I put the .22 on my waist

The face in the moon had a mean look

I transformed to the Queens wolf

You could hear me growlin' through public housin'

No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island

A Queens wolf

Ladies wanna get beside him

If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'

You could hear me growlin' through public housin'

No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island

A Queens wolf

Ladies wanna get beside him

If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'

Waking up is a pleasure though last night I can't remember

Cash up on my dresser, where'd it come from?

This is messed up

What kind of fatal drug am I taking? Who laced it?

Previous night, memories who erased it?

Wasn't even wasted

I do recall the nightfall, lunar, the stars around it

Then my man called, said what I did, the goons were talkin' 'bout it

Singin' me praises, said I lit the corners up

It sounded like Vietnam screamin' out "QBietnam" the loudest

"Homie them dudes is scared you gon' spray 'em, word to Bing

They'll do anything, pay you real good to be on their team"

So that explain the money and the chains that's on my dresser drawer

That wasn't there a day before, I should press 'em all

But I be on some cool shit, nigga, my QU shit

Audemars watch, burn a peach Swish', new whip

Stoli' vodka, club soda with my new chick

Ah shit, teeth showing, snarling when the moon's lit

You could hear me growlin' through public housin'

No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island

A Queens wolf

Ladies wanna get beside him

If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'

You could hear me growlin' through public housin'

No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island

A Queens wolf

Ladies wanna get beside him

If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'

It Never Ends lyrics - Nas

Buckets like Gilligan

Still I peep reptilians in the Filligan

Blendin' in, my quintillion ton brain

Got me revealing men

Quintessential Queensbridge poet back to the grill again

Did songs with Chubb Rock to Chris Brown, switch styles

Yet to see any heavyweight make it to this round

This that pure champion sound, I wear the crizzown

Raw, one take, I don't even need a mixdown

Demure, not docile, volatile, I kick down

Amphibians, reptiles that make that hiss sound

They eyes change color, their pupils start to slit down

When I take cover, and I let off a fifth round

I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s

Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends

Rest in peace to B.I., the shit never ends

B.I.G. shit

I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s

Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)

The world's going crazy, this shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)

Stop waiting for the hood to 'preciate ya

Whoever gets love in the hood, he's a freak of nature

When I said I wasn't mainstream, lames scream

"What does he mean?

Who does he think he is?

His bank be hid, he hardly out

He still as hard as he was when he started out"

We count 'em out, we count 'em in

Amongst the real, never my crown in doubt

So around my house with my wiz, lessons I got from my friends

Do they love me for me or love me for them?

I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s

Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends

The world's out war, the shit never ends

Everybody packin'

I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s

Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)

It never ends, the shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)

What will it take to end?

Can't see me moving, I'm like the fastest

I'm a 3D movie, no need of glasses

They hate it before they hear it

Clear that my perseverance is somethin' they can't bear

It's become apparently clear

They fear me, I'm not dying or rather

Put my ears to the blaring cop siren

Am I here or in a hot dryer?

Didn't hear all that pop-soundin' fakespeare, pop rhymin'

Niggas should stop lyin'

Why in a whole year, you still in the same spot trying

To change, but you not risin'?

When will somebody real tell him he not Nas-in'

Cars, you just started drivin'

I've been ridin', been made it

You and your pretend stages

I did this since windbreakers (Windbreakers)

You Mean the World to Me lyrics - Nas

Where we met, I had to give her mad respect

She was with her man, he took a drag from her cigarette

He told her he'll be back, he jumped in the meter cab

Gestured to her cell to tell her where to meet him at

Now she was mad, and I was looking for my car

She had some plastic bags, coming from the supermarket

Cooking for his ass, how she gone get to the projects?

She ain't got no cash, and she strugglin' while walkin'

So I drive past, yo I say "I ain't no stalker wit yo big 'ole ass

Here's my help I'm tryna offer, I give you a lift"

Who woulda knew it turn to this? Now we in the mix

Baby moved up in my crib and she left her ex

Damn we speedin'

Now girl, you mean the world to me

Now girl, you mean the world to me

I'm a king, you're a queen

His and hers sinks and the diamond rings

You don't have to look back at him

Just get your bags packed and then

A new life soon begins

Like I told you when I'm in, I'm in

I'm a king, you're a queen

His and hers sinks and the diamond rings

You don't have to look back at him

Just get your bags packed and then

A new life soon begins

Like I told you when I'm in, I'm in

I'm a king, you're a queen

His and hers sinks and the diamond rings

You don't have to look back at him

Just get your bags packed and then

A new life soon begins

Like I told you when I'm in, I'm in

Baby girl had a son

He was three, yeah I took him in

Now she call him little me, I even look like him

Nah, I mean he look like me, a couple shades darker

She be calling him Blackie, that's 'cause his real father jet black

So she treat him like it's a setback

I don't respect that

Now his pops calling collect at the new crib on the new number

Now how he get that?

See, now I knew we was a mismatch

I'm laid back, you too used to getting pimp smacked

I see where I went wrong at

I just tried to bring out the queen in you

But when you make a girl leave her man

You never really know where she stand

How you know she really yours?

Somebody could do the same to you

(Same to you, same to you)

Oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh

Oh

Oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh

QueensBridge Politics lyrics - Nas

Talking to this cutie on FaceTime

Trying to figure out if she gon' give me that face time

I don't wanna tour, I wanna chill with my son more

Teach him about Egypt and tranquility

Critically analyze black lives and respectability

Why Prodigy mural get vandalized? Why Prodigy?

The project politics obviously

Demagogue democracy, in the fog I see the Mobb represented into the light

Back to the source where all energy comes

Your enemy, dunn, was internal

A disease that needs a vaccination

Plagues black seeds

The industry ain't as friendly as it first seems

When you dream of drivin' your whip to ya house in Florida Keys

On behalf of me and Queens and all of the Gs

Bandana P will always stand as tall as the trees

First things first, this should be understood

Queensbridge, just ain't any other hood

It's music, legacy is incredibly high pedigree

I don't mean this disrespectfully alphabetically

If it's hard to swallow and the credits of B street singing this Bernard Fowler

He sang with the Rolling Stones, background for Bootsy Collins

Marley Marl's advanced raps sound perfect timing

The early '80s, we babies, Pebblee Poo dropped

The beat was crazy and Marley was changing hip-hop

Then Marley and Shanté caught a body, UTFO

She cold, "Roxanne's Revenge", she was 14 years old

Then came the Juice Crew and the who's whos

G Rap, Rakim and Kane, beats made in the Q-U

I was probably playing with .32s in the lobby

It's Queensbridge over everything and everybody

I wish the 'book never came out

And everything got straightened out

Before you left, I saw you, it was all love

Except we needed to build more and get things correct

Now I gotta accept it, 'cause there's honor in death

Wish you was here with us P

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Shout out to Havoc, shout out to 'Pone

Shout out to Jungle

Shout out to Jeff

Shout out to Big Lord

The big dog (Lord)

Free Bar, Spark (Bar, Spark)

It's a lot going on

Free the kings

It's a lot going on man, it's heavy

Goodfellas man

Prodigy man

It's heavy man

We need to lighten it up

To all y'all, my bros

Beautiful Life lyrics - Nas (feat. RaVaughn)

Peace y'all, yeah

This one right here goes to my most loyal, loyal, loyal, loyal ones

You for me and me for you

We see things alike

We live alike, in truth

The craziest things already happened, get me

Could tell you gon' be laughing at me or you laughing with me?

My baby's mom made a book about me, she tried to out me

In Barnes & Nobles new release section she's confessin'

Now the streets guessin' the beefin' started over some woman

Couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth

Was she looking for fame? yo I hope she got it

Since then I been the object, gossip people tried to target

All women should bid

For keeping real fathers away from their kids

These rappers talkin' real shit I lived

How many been married, divorced, their ex lady wildin'

Hires a lawyer, judge awards 'em monthly eighty thousand

Stevie Wonder sent me word that he was in my corner

Blind but still sees the pain of a young performer

Used to be my rib thought it was 'til death do us

She married again and I'm wishin' all the best to her

Got me looking for my mother, all I see is suckers

She lookin' over me now sayin' don't trust 'em

Come on I'm livin', I don't need many to pray for me

Her bad, she wanna keep the kids away from their dad

Tell you lames something, spit some game

Planes carry me to Madrid, Spain, so why complain?

When you place blame, then you're defective

When you take blame, then you're respected

You gotta give me credit

Whoa

Life is good, I must admit it

Whoa

Ups and downs, we've all been through it

Whoa

Ain't no other way to do it

Whoa

Life is good, it's good, it's good

Uh

The craziest things just happened to me, get me

So now whatever happens next it probably won't affect me

How many people owe the feds, keep it real especially

If you an artist in this music game, the smartest ones get abused for their change

And my life is sex, super stardom, and stupid cash

So unpredictable not aware you could lose it fast

I signed my own checks, swore we paid the IRS

Somebody's stealin', I swear to God

Tsk, for now, I invest

To my incarcerated team who got life

It's not right but you still got your life

Rest in peace to Gil Scott from the kill or be killed blocks

Not from Philly but a nigga done hustled them hilltops

Commercial pop artists get all the accolades

I give a million cash away to be revered like Donny Hathaway

Probably not as half as paid as I should be

But I stay in some cars and stay in some pussy

It's a beautiful life

Beautiful life, beautiful life

Whoa

Life is good, I must admit it (Yeah)

Whoa (Beautiful life)

Ups and downs, we've all been through it

Whoa (Life's still good)

Ain't no other way to do it

Whoa (Yeah, yeah)

Life is good, it's good, it's good

A thin line from this gangsta life and rap stuff

I can say I never been punked, robbed, or smacked up

Proud to say I never been chased, jumped, or backed up

Or extorted for my pay stubs

Lucky or blessed from what prayer does

'Cause hey, I was riding in caravans with AKs and gloves inside 'em

And if I should spare that man who violated my trust

I gave him a pass

My man called and I value his judgement

I let it ride and thought no more of it, it's over

So if it's my turn to be on the other side of the gun

I'm granted my four leaf clover, no one's leaving me colder

'Cause I chilled and let you breathe, yes

Let's go our own ways and let the beef digress

I done seen insanity close up, schizophrenia shows up in most us

My younger brother knows this

Not Jungle, got another brother in PA

Spazzed on' em, hurt me to put hands on 'em 'til this day

I gotta say I got some fam across the USA

Cackalack to Kansas but my mans around the way had contacts

They was Spanish coppin' grams and cooking 'ye

Willie, Bo, blowing haze, Mayo next door

Joe, Martin, Slade, I'm solo these days

It wasn't my fault

I never knew the time of death and maturity would sever my crew up in New York

Barely survived

Large, I thank you for teaching me not to pop my letter P's in the booth

How to control my vocals and spit poetically smooth

Akinyele, you knew

I was your brother 'til death

Back when you put me on to NiQuay from Lefrak

You was a dime, we was nobodies

Say what's up to Shameek, send my love to Yadi

I pray we all get old if I never again go gold and sell tickets

We could all still kick it

It's a beautiful life

Beautiful life, beautiful life

Rest in peace to my brother Talik

Gone too soon

God bless your soul brother

He was wild

Some things we just can't explain

Life

It's messed up how much time get wasted that you can't get back

With your kids at an early age

First steps, first words

I can't see 'em cause you mad

Don't put yourself before the babies

Don't say crazy things to hurt that man

You hurt him enough

The good times outweighed the bad

When it was good, it was great

But because I could see him now through the courts, you mad

Okay that's how it is out here

That's life huh

You see we can't be selfish out here

We gotta live and let love

Let the light in

To the beautiful mothers of my kids

And all the mothers around the world

Knight, Destiny

Life is good

Nasir (2018)

• Not For Radio
• Cops Shot The Kid
• White Label
• Bonjour
• Everything
• Adam & Eve
• Simple Things 

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