The Pressure lyrics - Nas
The pressure weigh a ton, it's gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn't already
Real ones still around release the confetti
God's Son across the belly
I ain't made til we all can say that we made it
Been down with the hustle so long feel like we're related
Take my word like you would from the book of Revelations
Dead presidents that shit come when you dedicated
I invest in education cause we wasn't privy
We got busy put scholarship programs throughout the city
Jefe, did it my way chairman of the committee
Rap Pack niggas like Sinatra in the 60s
Come through on some wavy shit
Valentino camouflage on some Army Navy shit
I know you can feel the pressure keep up with my cadences
QB lingo
Freestyles tapin' on Stretch and Bobbito
Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh
The lies ya'll recorded in your session, delete it
Hurtin' niggas I think they out for the rest of the season
Tried to play it cool they don't wanna see me heated, nah
The pressure weigh a ton it's gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn't already
Real ones still around release the confetti
God's Son across the belly
God's Son across the belly
The world on my shoulders it's gettin' too heavy
I been bench pressing the problems ain't even get sweaty
Cops brutalizing kids I see it too steadily
Correctional facilities never do it correctly
My main statement is this whole game is triangulated
Little versions of who? Nigga, there's no replacement
Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creations
I been on five full generations
It's Nas til I'm gone
Give my all, give em more
Miles on my Peloton I been working on my core
Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor
Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi
She out on the terrace, glass of Petrus with her bestie
Drunk textin'
While I'm out here tryin' to spread the message
You searchin' for qualities that I'm already blessed with
R&B exes
Charms on her necklace
God's Son across the belly
God's Son across the belly
Weight of the world
Embrace the pressure
Death Row East lyrics - Nas
Yeah, yeah hold up
KD2 shit
Ayy hold up, c'mon, whoa
Right back at this
Right back
Right back, hold up, whoa
High on life
Drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin' eerie
Like I threw on Thriller
Bitch I'm a hard hitter
Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin' the order
I'm prayin' God delivers
I had run-ins with Suge
Niggas woulda' been shook
At the height of the beef they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my G's
Notorious label the story was made in the streets
Now it's real life movies
Rest in peace ill Will
Let's talk about it
We the smartest not the loudest
Came up out the project houses
Where they resort to violence
Hennessy bottles on the curb
Lil' niggas tryin' to serve
Let's talk about it
Back when Jungle told Pac it's on soon as we walk up out this
Picket signs Outlawz outside the music hall
Buncha' ghetto superstars really down to lose it all
Both sides was thuggin'
But when you in my city you know how we comin'
Animals in the field and most of em clutchin'
When you livin' this rugged
That come with repercussions, look
High on life
Drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin' eerie
Like I threw on Thriller
Bitch I'm a hard hitter
Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin' the order
I'm prayin' God delivers
I had run-ins with Suge
Niggas woulda' been shook
At the height of the beef they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my G's
Notorious label the story was made in the streets
History lessons
Keep it on record
Let's talk about it
'Cause when you got a story real as mine you can't leave nothin' out it
Let's take you back to 9-6, diamonds and Mac 10's
Lookin' thru a fresh lens
Everything I know now, wish I knew back then
Like it was only so much time left
Before Machiavelli the Don left
Booked a flight, flying out West
We was trying to squash the whole shit in Vegas
No media to eat it up and leak it in the papers
Eric B, Big D, and Preme was affiliated
Peace to Edi, Napoleon and all the innovators
We had respect before we was ever some entertainers
See Suge, he was a dangerous threat
MOB almost turned half of New York red
Brothers I grew up with threw up their sets
Some even had them Death Row chains hang off their necks
There's a rumor that spread I'd like to address
Pac was never set up by Stretch (Let it rest)
I stepped to him at Bryant Park so we could speak direct
He didn't disrespect, we planned to reconnect
I flew to Vegas to shoot the Street Dreams video and link with Tupac
Tried to squash the East Coast West Coast beef
We didn't talk
But he was still alive in the hospital
And it rained that day in Vegas
Rest In Power
40 Side lyrics - Nas
OG Talk
Project halls
40 Side where a nigga seen it all
I can send niggas a slide
I'd rather show them the ropes
Integrity matters the most
I gave the hood hope
Damn
I gave the hood classics
Something to open your mind
Instead of going out crashin'
How was you real when you hate the real
My nigga I'm simply askin'
Can't just talk about the plan you gotta put it in action
Ain't no pity party for yourself
You gotta get up rise for your wealth
Can't spend all that time in your feelings tryin' to sympathize with yourself
Don't nobody owe you
Ain't nobody holding you back
You stuck in illusions
Attached to something that ain't even that
South Beach, Nassau, Amalfi, Maldives, same beach
Unless you are after somethin' most men just can't see
Shorty off the block, shorty off the runway, same freak
We all got the access to open doors like we share the same key
OG Talk
OG Talk (OG talk)
Project halls (Project halls)
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (Seen it all)
I can send niggas a slide (Slide)
I'd rather show them the ropes (Ropes)
Integrity matters the most (Most)
I gave the hood hope (Hope)
Damn
Niggas really got it jumpin'
They finally gave Nas a Grammy just front me the gold, that wasn't the goal
First clip was a warning shot
Nigga we spinnin' back up the road
Through the boroughs, pull up our Rolls
Empty this bitch and reload
Been in it this long, it's gon' look like it's magic
Only island that my niggas knew was Rikers or Staten
You get your first V12, tap the pedal then stab it
Get your first ten milly watch that shit like a habit
OG Talk
Shoutout 41st Side
Jackson Heights, Flushing, Elmhurst right
Keep your blickie you know how the streets work
Seen too many of us die over the turf
OG Talk (OG talk)
Project halls (Project halls)
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (Seen it all)
I can send niggas a slide (Slide)
I'd rather show them the ropes (Ropes)
Integrity matters the most (Most)
I gave the hood hope (Hope)
'Til then, we gon' be thuggin' behind the project buildin'
Plottin' on our way that we can make a million, a billion
Until then, we gon' be thuggin'
EPMD 2 lyrics - Nas (feat. Eminem & EPMD)
Respectfully
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden (Garden)
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma (Yeah, trauma)
So what you sayin', nigga? You gots to chill (Uh-huh)
Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD!)
Back to back with it, the hardest shit of the year (Nasir Jones, remix)
EPMD, we back in business
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, come to your senses (Uh)
P is the second comin' of God, somethin' to witness
Piece of shit, fly on your head like Mike Pence's, we in the trenches
I'm mad, better yet, I'm on a rampage
My people can't even get minimum wage
Fuck a stimulus (Uh), give me some interest (Uh)
Give me a loan (Oh), give me a home
Give me that land you owe me so I can roam
So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome
Best wishes, ghost 'em like he Tommy
Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me
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 Stars, countin' a million
Dun! I let it go for the family, meetin's at Cote in Miami
Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large
Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar
Feet up at Mets Stadium at my restaurant
Tied in from AZ to Dave East
You know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers, they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dade County, got choppers in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazin'
Just to post it on Tumblr, this that "fuck up the summer" shit
I don't care what you comin' with, me and Hit-Boy runnin' shit (Runnin' shit)
Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now (Yeah, flooded now)
Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house (Haunted house)
She gettin' scary, blood on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery to see where hip-hop is buried
I said it was dead, but it faked its death like Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter, look like sauce and spaghetti
(Yeah, ready?)
EPMD, we're back in business (What?)
Livin' in cramped conditions, will give you ammunition
I stock those shelves, I got those shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no L's (Noels) like Christmas, you don't wanna make the claws (Claus) come out (Nah)
Y'all should call yourselves Santa (Why?) 'cause none of y'all are real (Nah)
Not a 'single one' (Like what?), like a dollar bill (Yeah)
Just like your bitch in appellate court, she's on a pill (Appeal)
We got her a 'bond' and she'll
Never 'bail' on me (Bail on me), not even outta jail (Haha, jail)
EPMD, but me, I gots no chill (Ch-chill)
Just a lotta skrill
Lady, my paper's so crazy, I just tossed a mil' out the window of my mobile
On the fuckin' freeway on the way here (Yeah)
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
That's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain, dear
Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling
A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly
So some are E (Summary), which reminds me of "Rap Summary," mami
My theme song, me and "P" always used to play that shit on repeat all day
So please call me "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
Plus I got the Kane (Cane) and "Lean On Me" (Yeah)
MCs, I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-H's like tortilla chips
Me, I'm free of debt, yeah, green is on Chia Pet (Woo)
This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index
Poverty at its peak, OCD and PTSD, I guess
R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo E and Nipsey
Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee, MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him 'cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next (Nah)
Tomorrow could be your death (Bring that beat back)
Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint
'Cause the brain's illa trained killer, danger, deranged
And I drank all the DayQuil (Yeah) I blank on the paper
Then wait 'til the page fill up (What?)
Hate spiller, shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq'
I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed with the greats
And my name's with the Kane's and the Wayne's, and the Jay's and the Dre's
And the Ye's, and the Drake's and the J Dilla's, Jada's, Cool J's
And the Ra's and amazin' as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age of Hip-Hop and the name of this song is
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 Stars, countin' a million
Rare lyrics - Nas
Yo
I'm in rare form
Niggas speak down on my name like I wasn't there for em
Talk about back in the days
This isn't back in the days
They want me back in my ways
Chipped tooth and the fade
Uh
Musically I'm on Mars
Walking all over the beat
Puttin my feet on the stars
I rock it like Lenny, thinkin like Jimi the first time he seen a guitar
Standin' in front of where they shot Ahmaud and we gotta know who we are
Uh
I'm in rare form
Wearin' rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan this a fair warning
Too many young gods beef over nothin
When you get money you know that it's comin
Sayin' they homies but they ain't a hunnid
We the most hunted uh
I got my Mets hat on to the back
Y'all already know where we going with the stats
Hall of Fame only Kings and Queens only
They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me
Yeah
I'm in rare form
Y'all still on the ground you know I been airborne
Studying BIG studying Nietzsche
You gotta call in a chopper to reach me
Homey I don't need a jeweler to freeze me
Ice in my veins I make it look easy
Mentally I'm in Queens
More money more problems you gotta be ready for all that it brings
Let em say what they say revenge on my plate I'm lovin' the taste
They see you shinin' emotions get hard to contain
They just not evolving the same
Me and HB is too rare
I'm movin' all thru the snares
Sound on billionaire
Ain't nothin' changed I'm flippin' the page
I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face
You know what they say, KD the wave
I'm stayin' rare for all of my days
I'm stayin' rare for all of my days
Levels of Tarantino
Curbin' my ego, even though he know
Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos
What they especially praise is the ethos
Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips
No superstition to make me get rich
I'm with this chick just one I brought today
In between placing my bets we shopped at Cartier
Rose gold I copped her a set
Runway hopped in the jet
Flight attendant poppin' Moet
I said I need that Dom off of respect
We havin' conversations niggas show me property there
I called my nigga Ant and told him yo I gotta be there
Salmon shish kabob in a misty fog rollin' sticky log
Big dog affair no kids involved
Round table havin' war council
Press one button it'll change the world around you
Too rare, nuttin' to see here
Cuban over my streetwear
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you just to be fair
It's ok to keep the mystique I learned that in the street
On me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's
We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time
Look inside my mind, see a gold mine
I'm my own co-sign
She textin' the old line
You keep staring at the glow bitch don't go blind
Braveheart energy, fuck all the enemies
XO Hennessy it's not on me it's in me
I'm not here to be friendly they ain't even contending
Comprende
We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time
Look inside my mind, see a gold mine
I'm my own co-sign
She textin' the old line
Comprende
It's up
Hit-Boy you on some other shit
We on some other shit
Comprende
Yeah
YKTV lyrics - Nas (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & YG)
Oh yeah I'm sorry I didn't mean to say all that
I should've opened with a reading of the scripture from the Book of Popoff
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV
God's Son they call me Son ain't no son'in me
Ran a hundred M's bitch I'm running things
Paper power pussy that should come in threes
What you think I owe you somethin' girl for fuckin' me?
Imagine Lil Uzi on a Preemo beat
Imagine N A S on a Migo beat
Hip Hop culture Henny on coasters
Watching hundred inch screens see who sittin' with Oprah
Black Phantoms women comin' in tandems
Bags are Lanvin she prayin' she don't get abandoned
Bag big from layin' these ad-libs
My photo the Jordan logo for this rap shit
Oculus VR that's how I see shit
I can't let you drive the boat if you get seasick
Draped in all red she thought I was Whoopty
4 a.m. still goin' I'm not even whoozy
Let your friends catch a ride whip only got two seats
Slip N Side thru Miami she got on a two piece
I'm on her body she a homebody
Hope them killers don't catch no bodies
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
You wanted to talk ain't no talkin' it out
Huh, put it in your mouth, fuck you talkin' about
Every time they play this song she like this is my shit'
But I really wanna know do you love me and I
So my name and when you say it baby call me Artist
Don't be afraid to ride my wave ma it's a tsunami
And when I wasn't gettin' paid them bitches wasn't on me
And you can tell I got my weight up just look at the car key
A bunch of Givenchy, look
I pop off ha
I copped the Avenny might top off ha
They not really A Boogie they just knockoffs ha
Big rock in these chains but it's not yours ha
Been jackin Esco-bars like he Pablo ha
Put my tip inside of wolves like shit was hollow ha
My niggas innocent behind rules but they Ralo ha
And every time they pop off I pop out
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
Hey there I'm Peter Popoff and it's about to pop off
Four hunnid
Hunnid deep in a club I'm a mob boss
Big Blood drip know it's hot sauce
Found a crib got my side bitch in a high loft
Girls goin' wild bitch take your top off
Show no love bitch
I'm in love with Saint Laurent
The Louis Vuitton ain't dropped yet but I got it on
I just made yo' favorite singer come out her thong
I just ran a money play with Scooter Braun
Drop a car note on yo' head act stupid with' it
Bitch bitch my jewels ain't rented, the coupes ain't rented
Bitch play them cards with no limit
Stars in the ceilin'
Bitch I work hard on the money I'm harvestin' millions
I just put my name on the platinum you trappin' and dealin'
Niggas niggas say that they game but I'm actually in it
I'm Tom Brady in the field I make all the decisions
The video got shot up and I green lit it
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV
You know the vibes
QB to South side
North side, Far Rock, LeFrak, Brooklyn
Bronx, Harlem, Staten Island we outside
Highbridge to Compton, yeah
Store Run lyrics - Nas
G's
Yeah
Yeah
QB, AQ, Ravenswood, Woodside, let's go
My thumbs struck a lot of lighters
Pulled a lot of all nighters
Banned from some after hours spots
My crew would choose violence move in silence
Who knew I grew to build an empire
Streets had me against the ropes woulda thought I was zip lining
Techs in a dresser
Money off tech pushing a Tesla
Rolled up a fresh one
It's one IPO to the next one
Rich from corporate or thuggin'
Expensive mistakes
It's all a racket it's the same thing
Just a risk that you take
Movin' too fast
Blues on yo' ass
Them boys came thru with the task
Peep thru the blinds
You knew it was curtains
Bread winner take a -L
Leave the whole family hurting
Seen it a million times system wash 'em out with the verdict
So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In between two Argentinian sisters
They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters
What I blew that on I cannot seem to remember
It's not even bragging
It's okay, it's gonna be okay
Flyest nigga in this rap shit
Yo
As I'm looking at the New York skyline
Reminiscing on night times
Shootouts with my guys
Pouring this white wine
You can Richard Mille your left wrist
Keep in perspective we on God's time
The world is yours
What happens when dealers reduced to addicts?
What happens when kings don't see they potential status?
What's your exit plan?
Face to face with my omens, I never ran
Stood on stages most never can
Pyrotechnics and leather pants
Shifting the culture
Mention me with Mick Jagger and Bono like you 'posed to
I'm standing next to rookies somehow they lookin' older
The altitude I'm at is so cold it'll make ya nose run
How you expect to get love if you don't show none
I should send you lil' niggas on a store run
How we movin' it's no cut
I'm from the era of razor blades and coke dust
People living with no trust
Champagne and the soap suds
So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In between two Argentinian sisters
They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters
What I blew that on I can't seem to remember
The world is yours
Scarface Tony Montana shit
It's yours
Yours, yours
RIP Ecstasy from Whodini
DMX
Prince, Markie Dee
Shock G
Real Rap Gods
Do you know the meaning?
All the rap brothers we lost this year
And last year
Aye yo, check it out
Run to the store for me man
Get me veggie chips, blunts, and a bottle
You got this shit all twisted man
It's about rank
You ain't there yet, think you gon' send me to the store I own the store man, I'm just testing you
I got the hood playing golf while bossed out
Crucifixes over the chrome hearts you get crossed out
People battered down Asian hate gettin' passed around
Tiger happy both his parents lives matter now
Marble floors is my common law
We company builders
I inspired those who inspired you to run up millions
Not perfect, persistence, keep it more pure than a purist
I do this for the 'jects
And them good hearted jurors
Moments lyrics - Nas
'Bout it, that's how I feel
We used to all put in and go half on bail money
Fuck makin' it rain now, we makin' it hail money
I never met Muhammed Ali
Wish I did
My brother saw him
Champ told him nothing is real
Gave me the chills
Thought about it that's how I feel
We on autopilot, no captain behind the wheel
My whole career I steered away from features
But I figured it's perfect timing to embrace the leaders
Accepted my position as the master teacher
I make cash deposits before the first
Flashy diamonds that's waterworks
Sassy models the curviest
Brothers you knew from the sandbox'll do you the dirtiest
Government assistance poverty is big business
Overrun the Senate both parties got policies built for the wicked
Look you in the jungle gotta move like an animal
Prey on the predators go where anybody that challenge you
Board rooms courtrooms it will leave you with war wounds
I ain't wanna be this cold hearted but I was forced to
Wore my sneakers like Run DMC did
Important to black culture like Spike Lee is
He Got Game
I wish my mom could see this
See the man that he is
Moments you can't relive
Like takin' your first swim
Like still bein' a virgin
Taking trainin' wheels off the rims
Movin' in ya first crib or having your first kid
Moments you can't relive
Like your first time buggin' from somethin' that Nas said
Yo, I wish I met Sister Souljah
But I didn't, woulda told her
Coldest Winter Ever was beautifully written
She alive so she'll hear this
I'm dolo no co-defendants, I been with the social distance
Archbishop of sharp spittin' sports car whippin'
Ya actin' like the real ain't what's needed, of course I get it
What's more authentic?
Hit-Boy in a walking Guinness World Record
New York menace
I'm O-Dog Hit is Caine
The endin' change
Traded my youth some say I became a suit
A representative of Martin's Dream comin' true
Every man is a King less he make excuses
Wish that my mishaps wasn't a nuisance
Sunday to Sunday get praise I'm God made
Where I'm from one go in the grave, one go in the cage
Moments you can't relive
Like takin' your first swim
Like still bein' a virgin
Taking trainin' wheels off the rims
Movin' in ya first crib or having your first kid
Moments you can't relive
Like your first time buggin' from somethin' that Nas said
Third verse and I knew what to write
They say I'm a legacy artist I blew up the price
Thirty years later who would'a knew dude would be nice
I hit the tables and I threw up the dice
Under the lights, outside dining
Al fresco
Silk is the dress code
Had to be Esco
Colors of lightbulbs change thru voice command
Flew over Antigua made the choice to land
Set my feet on a private island house come with a staff
Chef know how to cook with no salt and low fat
Extended stay shorty she don't wanna go back
You gotta appreciate the moments bad times don't last
Like my first fistfight in the Bridge
Hype like the first time I heard Nobody Beats the Biz
Those times bring me to tears
Moments you can't relive
Like takin' your first swim (Splash)
Like still bein' a virgin (Splash)
Taking trainin' wheels off the rims
Movin' in ya first crib or having your first kid (It's a girl)
Moments you can't relive (Moments you can't relive yeah)
Like your first time buggin' from somethin' that Nas said (Uh, when was that? Way back)
Just free livin' this life
I can't relive last night
I'm excited for today
Nobody lyrics - Nas (feat. Ms. Lauryn Hill)
One city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn't know problems
Yeah, yeah
If Chappelle moved to Ghana to find his peace then I'm rollin
Where the service always roamin' I'm packin' my bags and goin'
It's a challenge in that, it's a balancing act
Visit beautiful places that's more out here than the trap
Houses in Long Island they always found 'em
House in the South a nigga barely got out
Sunny LA
Remember calls with Dr. Dre
He told me Don't let the palm trees fool you nigga, be safe'
Me and my higher self, we often would speak
Somehow we lost the connection, might meet at Joshua Tree
And it's been bothering me
Too many wavy women, gotta log outta I-G
Can't be my age DM'ing
No kidding
It's hard to move like a civilian
I write the truth 'cause I live it, not like you musical niggas
We did it big and they bigots
They'd rather shoot than write tickets
What it feel like to go get it
What it feel like to go missing
In one city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn't know problems
Some place to be nobody
My dog bought a plane, said, "Let's go to Paris"
That's where baguettes are from
French bread, that's long and narrow
I like the other definition, rectangular carats
The concept of this song is rather esoteric
This girl said in Grenada we should go get married
Broke the meaning down of the Virgin Mary
And you got your own place
My favorite part of the night when you text me that you made it home safe
I'm contemplatin' at the homebase how I'm used to breakfast in the ghetto sippin' OJ
That's a picture right there, a moment in time
Before anybody wanted a photo of mine
Before the internet energy and social decline
Destroyed the vibe foolin' us with the headlines (Keepin' us blind)
Vultures eat you alive (The key to the signs)
Wishin' I'd find
One city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn't know problems
Some place to be nobody
All my time has been focused on my freedom now
Why would I join 'em when I know that I can beat 'em now?
They put their words on me
And they can eat 'em now
That's probably why they keep on tellin' me I'm needed now
They tried to box me out while takin' what they want from me
I spent too many years living too uncomfortably
Making room for people who didn't like the labor
Or wanted the spoils, selfish behavior
Now let me give it to you balanced and with clarity
I don't need to turn myself into a parody
I don't do the shit you do for popularity
They clearly didn't understand when I said I get out apparently
My awareness like Keanu in The Matrix
I'm savin' souls and ya'll complainin' bout my lateness
Now it's illegal for someone to walk in greatness
They want the same but they don't take risks
Now the world will get to see it's own reflection
And the anointed can pursue their own direction
And if you're wrong and you're too proud to hear correction
Walk into the hole you dug yourself fuck a projection
See me in my freedom taking all my land back
They sent a lot against me thinking I'd just stand back
I got my legs beneath me, I got my hands back
A lotta people sabotaged they couldn't stand that
I turned the other cheek, I took blow after blow
There's so much crisis in the world 'cause you reap what you sow
When you keep what you know is meant for someone else
The ditch you dig for them you must just end up in yourself
I'm in the secret place
I keep a sacred space
They keep showin' their hands, but keep hidin' their face
If I'm a messenger you block me, then you block the message
So aggressive, the world you made is what you're left with
Pride and ego over love and truth is living reckless
Y'all niggas got a death wish, the stupid leaves me breathless
Some place to be
Yeah
Ain't duckin' nothin'
Just might have to build my own city where y'all need a real nigga passport to enter
Ms. Hill, we ain't goin' nowhere
They gon' have to deal with us
Make 'em uncomfortable
Yeah
No Phony Love lyrics - Nas (feat. Charlie WIlson)
If only I knew back then what I know today
She'd have never gone away
If only I wouldn't be so lonely
I wouldn't be lonely
If only I'd take the time to show how much I care
I wouldn't be so lonely
Too many moments
Thoughts in the Cullinan
Too many moments when I thought I'd never love again
Scar like a buck fifty
Birdie in Above the Rim
With you I kept it on some humble shit
Damn, I guess you haven't noticed how I always been devoted
Even when you disrobin' late nights still get the coldest
Interviews I been misquoted
But you bein' bad is just a bonus
Look how beautiful your soul is
This shit feels like a high school crush (Think we in love)
I used to be her high school crush
She woke up in a fuss and asked me why did I hide her toothbrush
If I was honest it would be too much
Quiet storm on the radio puttin' me in the zone
I got questions in my text, when am I comin' home
You laid up in my Supreme tee you love my Tuscan cologne
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
Oooweee
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
Oh yeah
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
She want me very exclusive
Relationships bound to fail when you barely into it
Stupid of me continuously I leave it in ruins
You perfect, but I might just be married to music, for real
Life is not what you harp on, or what you go through
She boppin' her shoulders like the darkest one in Total (Go boo)
Women with good energy, the ones I'm close to
And I already wrote to, waiting for you to roll through
She lookin' at me like you need a queen in your life
You can't be single for life
She tried to read me my rights
I'm hungover from last night pour me some Pedialyte
We was just doin' so well how was we in a fight, nah
I just want somebody who real
Late night play D'Angelo How Does It Feel?'
You lookin' for security I want someone secure
Let's drop thirty at Louis and have sex in the store
Behind the curtain in the dressing room, you ain't about that life
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
You know us Virgos
All picky
In our heads and stuff
Love is trust
Trust is love
Trust is love
Love is trust
Brunch on Sundays lyrics - Nas (feat. Blxst)
Uh
Yeah
Bottomless bellinis afternoon sun
Girls twerkin' on the tables they jus' havin' fun
Leave them girls alone
You the owner what you on
Buckets of Dom P, how many you want?
My nigga he brought his son got his dad's face
We order crabcakes table with mad plates
R&B playlist I'm in Blxst space
She told me bout her last date I had to laugh in her face
Yo
That's brunch on Sundays
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache
That's brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the gram hashtaggin' Sunday Fun Day
Go in chocolate city
DC girls saditty
Valet park the Wraith
Here's a hundred fifty
Fitted match the linen
Linen match the tennis
Net worth match the image
Shorty was a AKA
Best friend was a Delta
Bringing up her student loans I told her that I felt her
Flyest women on the yard now they work for Delta
New Chanel slides slip em off like Cinderella
That's brunch on Sundays
Mad blunts real runts girls tryin' to act up
Gotta keep it classy this ain't time to act tough
Eye to eye when we toast we don't need no bad luck
That's brunch on Sundays (Cheers)
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache
That's brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the gram hashtaggin' Sunday Fun Day
It's my favorite day of the week
It's my favorite day
It's my favorite day of the week
To make it Sunday to Sunday that shit is deep
Keep it playa at all times
Be patient it's all vibes
You fuckin' with the latest and greatest of our time
They know if I'm winnin' we winnin' we all shine
Make sure my people got a plate at the table before mine
That's brunch on Sundays this one's different
It's the good guy mixed with American Pimp shit
I got Birkin money but the Telfar carry different
That's a black business I handle my black business
Stay out of black woman business unless you invested in it
Told her check her Zelle account there's a blessin' in it
That's brunch on Sundays
She belong on a runway
White Celine visor to block the sunrays
Oysters work as a afrodisiac
Soulful Sundays run Anita back (Rapture)
Gave her sweet love she said she needed that
Still a playa baby I know you seen The Mack
That's brunch on Sundays
Mad blunts real runts girls tryin' to act up
Gotta keep it classy this ain't time to act tough
Eye to eye when we toast we don't need no bad luck (Bless up)
That's brunch on Sundays (Cheers)
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache
That brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the gram hashtaggin' Sunday Fun Day
It's my favorite day of the week (Let's break bread)
It's my favorite day
It's my favorite day of the week
To make it Sunday to Sunday that shit is deep
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
That's brunch on Sundays, oh
Break bread with the people
Count Me In lyrics - Nas
Count me in
Yeah
Yeah
Turn it up let the radio blast
This a movie can't catch it on HBO Max
Couldn't play me even back when we was playin' tag
White snow cover the roof of the navy Jag
That's crucial
Loose screws in my mind cause I didn't have the tools to
Unlock my power, then influence you
To lock me down it'd take two of you
Must be delusional dog, I'm livin' beautiful
(3, 2, 1 let's go)
Count me in
Most non-sucker shit you could ever experience
Count me in
Sound of a four-five bussin' that's how I'm killin' shit
Count me in
Sit back and let em expose who they really is
Count me in
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
Ain't worried bout none of them
They bleed how I bleed
Suffering from the symptoms of King's Disease
Can't let the bright lights go to your head
I watched my day ones go to the feds
5th Ave they snatchin' bags with the double-C's
They itchin' to up the squeeze, shit is not a hunnid til a nigga see a hunnid B's
See the gold and greed take over and kill a hunnid kings
Daily a hunnid niggas come for me
I'm tryin' to calculate the shit they gotta count me in
Can't cure me with over the counter shit
Fireworks every time I turn an album in
When it ain't even July I got it hot again
Majority on a profit split
We winnin' winter to winter
Q-boro don't get hit up
Get through any situation my nigga chest out, chin up
(3, 2, 1 let's go)
Count me in
Most non-sucker shit you could ever experience
Count me in
Sound of a four-five bussin' that's how I'm killin' shit
Count me in
Sit back and let em expose who they really is
Count me in
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
It's gon' be that, and that's on that
Yeah
That's on everything man
I just like to let it go where it's gonna go
Tryin' to tell you man
We was drivin'
We socializin'
Uh yeah
Yeah
Composure lyrics - Nas (feat. Hit-Boy)
Ayo Hit I like this IE weather
Aye, look
Vote yes on Hit-Boy bitch I'm the city spokesman
They see we got this shit crackin' and now they spirit broken
I'm standin' on the green like the British Open
And stackin' ice on top of ice but I'm not building snowmen
Doctors couldn't even detect my disorders
One case, six figures on six different lawyers
I put my soul in every song with limited support
Focused on the output not the outcome big God is my source
Spirit of excellence in my genetics
Complexities come with my complexion
'Fore you shut me down let me reach my level first
Y'all be too proud to do the devil's work
All that actin' and fakin' I can't take part in it
I'm washin' my hands with the soap opera shit
Set the cameras to speed, co-directed KD
But we know the caged bird sings and screams when it's free
Every second I spit on this I got it back in blessings
You can't stop and run no errands on the way to legend
They shoulda told em I'm raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola
Mix it with the cola
Son of a block controlla
Can't let em fuck me over
Gotta keep my composure look
Had yellow jaundice when I was born
Kept me in an incubator, ten days long
I made up songs, I was like humming tunes ten years later
Writin' in my room ten years after that on stage like it's too soon, but
For me see, my parents met inside a nightclub
Olu started to fight and then my moms broke it up
She said this boy he's in the Navy, settle down before ya'll need savin'
Pop went to war around the world, came home we celebrated
AWOL
Fast forward to when I started to play ball
From a place where we hate law
See the Jakes and we take off
(Whoop whoop)
Hit the gate I get home and take my chain off
Thankful I got through the day and all the evil I prayed off
Everything is cause and effect
Make the wrong moves in this business you lose all your respect
My block is dark as it gets
We all make mistakes only a few will recover from em
Don't spend your whole life runnin' from em
Run up the numbers
Shoulda told em I'm raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola
Mix it up with the cola
Son of a queen and a soldier
Can't let em fuck me over
Gotta keep my composure look
Keep your composure
On city blocks
And cell blocks
Keep your composure
Hold it down
Hold it tight
Hold it close
Hold space for yourself
It's the way of the ancestors
Our elders
Our artists
Our OGs
Our dreamers
Our builders
With each breath internalize their successes
Their struggles
Their sense of self
Their sense of overcoming
And take that power forward with you in life
Remind yourself of the magnitude of your good fortune
And the mere chance, one in billions, that you survived
That you will thrive
And even the strongest kings and queens being, yet remain unbroken
Keep your composure
And believe in the magic of who we are
'Cause what you believe is everything
And what someone believes about you, is nothing
Keep your composure
I am Shaka Senghor
My Bible lyrics - Nas
Ay Hit, we gon' do some shit like this, my nigga
Yay though I walk through the valley of infidels, suckers
Who adhere to sucker religions
Life's a bible
We livin' in biblical times
Uh
First chapter
This chapter called Men
Given knowledge by the psychotic the block was college
We don't add it up then that shit'll leave us divided
It's sorta like Ten Commandments, I'm talkin' bout men and standards
I'm tryin' to reverse the damage, you boys obsessed with cameras
The debt we was handed
So many move like Judas look at the past it's proven
It's my duty to speak truth to power
I be feelin' like it's my fault
Around your enemies then they call you before you hear about it
Talk to you like it's still love keepin' your vision clouded
Tryin' to get cool with guys 'cause you want em to choose sides
Campaignin' with the haters dismissin' truth for lies
Definition of a man, don't full on understand
For your soul the exec let you hold an advance
Don't be discouraged just go with the plan
Gotta have faith in God's grace over the land
And I pray for the day when they lay down and caged make their way up out that maze
Get their mind up out a daze
Too many mama's layin' flowers at they graves
Don't rap about death, it's power in what you say
Second chapter
And you get what you give, it's power in how you live
I sit and talk with the kids
Tell em just how it is
Go straight to avoid the bids
Livin' fast can wait, stay down work on your grades
Speak gospel for the next generation
You can have it all just don't side with Satan
I seen it take down most of the greatest
Hotel suites, Hollywood stars hangin'
The other side of what you think is fly
Your jewelry can be cursed and so can your ride
Let that soak in your mind
Suburbans and Beamers
Shot up with neeners'
How to stop a young genius
Spiritual like a deep cut from Shirley Caesar
I wonder if it's Jesus when a baby reach up
Sharpenin' up myself 'cause I know they need us
My African skin gave me the passion to win
Prayin' this doesn't come to a tragic end
Third chapter
This chapter called Women
Ya'll been the rib since the beginnin'
A woman's intuition, is what a man is missin'
To understand your wisdom is something I had to learn
Somehow you the most unprotected on planet earth
Your smile lift me up and your eyes kiss my soul
Your sweetness is honeycomb, such a lovely tone
You hold the power to make a house a home
Because of you I wanna right my wrongs
Kiss your mother 'cause we only get one
A grandmother's words to her grandson
Beautiful minds develop in time
Checks every month 'cause you held me for nine
They might see an image of a woman who's flawed
But I see a woman in the image of God
Highest regards, I light a cigar
To man, woman, and children my bible is ours, yeah
Open it up
Listen to it in anytime
That Revelations vibe
Get you through it
Ain't none of us perfect
I damn sure ain't
Prayin' this doesn't come to a tragic end
We just gon' hope for the best and do our best
And be our best, no less, yeah
Yo I woke up this morning and had to pray to God and thank him 'cause I made it this far
I kept it me
I'ma stay me no matter what
No matter who change up
I'ma try to get em to see the right path
'Cause I think I'm on the right path
Nas Is Good lyrics - Nas
Escobar season begins
Touch up the game like a photo edit
Camera roll like Oscar Michaeux, they gotta roll the credits
Like Rome came into Kemet and they stole the essence
Before they watered it down and taught us bogus lessons
Written in stone, write whatever in your history books
Me and ancient Egyptian skin tone had similar looks
On my trip out to Cairo I found home on arrival
I swam in the Red Sea
Took a boat on the Nile
It's in my blood to drive these cars and live this large
Escobar Cigars, avoidin' the prison bars
Nas
I deserve the threads in my closet, big boy deposits
Nike shares and stock tips
Catching up with those who had a head start
Used to get eviction notices that had a red mark
The lights was out, that's why we sip dark
Actin' a fool at the pool in Queensbridge Park
Niggas would not survive in my hood
Pull up with all of my jewels on and Nas is good
Nas is good
My nigga, Nas is good
I love my hood so much I go out in a blazing shootout
You see I can't come out there, I'll throw it all away, fuck it
Big shout out to DU
Forever
His brother Herb
R.I.P.
Now y'all woke, I'm laughin' at niggas
Y'all used to say Nas talkin' that anti-establishment business
Look at my settlement cases, gave they asses some stitches
Used to put bottles to faces, all we ask is forgiveness
My past story full of sins, somehow
I gotta cleanse
Back in 2010 Department of Justice wrote me lookin' for one of my friends
I didn't know where he was at
Didn't even have a hint
And even if I did, a nigga'll never snitch
Cheat code, I walked into my greatness
Freak hoes throw their pussy a party, ok then
Raised by a Queen that's the only reason I made it
Kings Disease, the recurrence, that shit reinstated
Death to the pessimistic mind state
Lack of hope, low spirit muthafuckas
Life to Kings, gettin' a King's ransom, livin' handsome
Yo Hit, we did it
King's Disease 2
King's Disease lyrics - Nas
Yeah
Hello, ladies and gentlemen
Hit-Boy
I made the fade famous, the chain famous
QB on my chest match the stainless
Amazing Grace, I'm gracefully aging
Without masonry I made more paper to play with
No rap in my playlist, sold dimes on my day shift (King)
So, can I breathe? Can I walk? Can I speak? Can I talk?
Can I floss without you wanting me outlined in chalk?
Family gossiping, pocket watching him
Jealousy keeps blossoming, ain't let it box me in (King)
'Cause you are not a king if you can't come out a thing
That you got yourself in, claiming nobody helping
The stupidest part of Africa produced blacks that started algebra
Proof, facts, imagine if you knew that as a child, bruh
Nostalgia, how I remember things
Remember crowns, remember kings, they want your reign to cease (King)
You a king, you will be next to me, doing your own king shit, most definitely
We're so "Say less when I speak", y'all estrogen speak
Respected by kings only, address me as chief
Invested in things only a vet would
Only lames front on kings, that's expected from creeps
You mad at my niggas and any woman with interest in me
You could've made it (You was good), look at all the time wasted
Now you gotta retract statements, shoulda stuck to the basics
All you had to do was tell the truth, like, fuck all the fake shit
You should want every brother to make it out
But brothers want trophies, they troll for clout
Rap is weird, weird flex, but okay
You ain't as ill as you think, you just okay
You got pressed in the hood, fix your jibs up, I'm on top
Stop fighting it, yo, stop with the over-righteousness
It's so lame, this media circus greedy and worthless
My life got 'em tight, why they wanna see me hurt up? (Why me?)
Real kings everywhere, stand up
It come with the game (King's Disease)
Blue Benz lyrics - Nas
As we go through life, one of the big questions about
Things we purchase is is, what the value of it is
Is it really worth it?
I used to be at The Tunnel twenty deep in a huddle
Razors on us that'll make skin bubble, Moet, we guzzle
Chris Lighty let me in a few times with nines
That's on God, wish you woulda walked by
And bumped me hard or just looked at me wrong
My chain on, try to book me, you gone
Goons, Italian leathers, couple bottles of Dom
Took risks, this ain't what you want, there's rules to this
Don't get it misconstrued, my suit game is crisp
Silk, linen, chiffon, Dior to Diadora
But I rock custom more, that hustler aura, tap in
Razor cutter, nineties, eighties lover, raised in gutters
Raised above it, they made it up out the hood subject, I made you love it
Crazy, I knew this chick, she had a blue Benz
A Jersey penthouse, she used to pimp girls that would turn rich men out
Her coke habits was so savage
She hear voices and see ghosts on the average
Of her stepdad, he raised her from a carriage
She was twelve when he passed, she's been in hell since that
Her grandma raised her, I met her in Kingston, Jamaica
Where veteran kingpins bought acres, rest in peace Louie Rankin
Original Don Dada
Come here, come rude bwoy
Uno waan ramp with bomboclaat me
Come, come on!
I murder people fi fun
Murder uno bomboclaat fi fun
Peace signs in the air for son
Put his name on the street sign there where he from
Whenever we hear his bangers, flare up a blunt
And praise God, and pray we all prepared when He come for us
Just opened my new office, West Coast branch
Place my teacup on the saucer, it's Esco, man
Bossed up, nothing feels better than doing deals with my brothers
It's surreal, how I feel, y'all should love us
Life is a test so congratulations to your success
For having patience, you deserve the best
You know how they do niggas, the IRS
People I ain't even met take it out my check
They the biggest gangster, I respect the jooks
We buyin' big boy mansions, they respect the crooks
This for my project niggas and blue Benzes
Mercedes emblems with they bitch with 'em
Car #85 lyrics - Nas (feat. Charlie Wilson)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da (Big Queens, NYC)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Uh), la, oh, oh, ooh
Ooh-ooh (Yeah), oh, ooh-ooh (Hit Boy)
They called me "Babyface" in eighty-eight
On 40th and Broadway they made me stay and wait
Cab service, car eighty-five
Ten minutes, they back in the car
Not safe to drive, narcos are lookin' (Woop, woop, woop)
No secret compartments in the ride, so keep pushin'
We get stopped, hide it between the seat cushion
Either that, or just tuck it inside your boot
Don't throw it out the window yet, son, that's all our loot (Not yet)
See? They turned, they wasn't after us, my nigga with me laughin' (Yeah)
He clutchin' his gold Lazarus, made it home and he baggin' up (What up?)
I'm just a lil' nigga smokin' weed (Fried)
I'm just tryna figure out who to be (Nas)
Horse and Dula touchin' paper (Uh-huh)
Plus, Spud and Wallet Head, a lot of bread
And I was talkin' to Tia
I went to her block, I was just happy to see her
And low was how she did me (Ooh)
She moved from Queens to Co-Op City (Ooh-wee)
She said, "Visit me, that's if you really miss me" (I did), show proof
Ten niggas outside her buildin', that's what I go through (Damn)
1989, my baby mind was advancin' (Yeah)
Nike Air Trainer 3's, two fingers on her hand, son (Ooh)
I'm losin' her slowly (Uh)
Plus my other girl is startin' to move on the homie
Hop in eighty-five, roll with me (Oh-oh)
When I used to slide
I used to call car eighty-five
Don't want no other driver on the job (Nah)
Only car eighty-five
Yo, take me uptown to that smoke shop I like (Ooh)
Car eighty-five
All blacked out tint (Running for my life)
Everywhere we went, we took car eighty-five (Yeah, yeah)
We gon' ride
Put that tape on I like
You know that tape I like, turn that shit up (Oh, yeah)
We gon' smoke and ride (Ooh-ooh)
Go to Times Square, we take it from there
Just ride (Ridin' with car eighty-five)
It's Friday
It woulda been a good night to pick up shorty, but she on some other shit (Ooh-wee, ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah)
In my peripheral view
Nothin' trivial 'bout me, just witness the truth, I'm certified
That's been verified
My mere presence got other guys terrified (Whoa, ooh)
Slap oxygen out your esophagus (Ooh-ooh)
I survived with stick up kids, was droppin' shit (Ooh-ooh)
The rotten apple's the tabernacle
That's NY, White Castles at midnight
Fish sandwiches, forty ounces and fistfights (Oh, ooh-wee)
They even used car eighty-five to pull robberies
Use 'em as a getaway car and paid him properly
Next year the whole town strung out
Swept the block where they hung out
Look how far we've come now (Amen)
Grab the duffel and run out
Seven fiends in one house, hustle sun up to sundown
What up? Summertime in NY
In the back seat of car eighty-five (Oh-oh, oh)
The whole hood was tryna call car eighty-five
Any car like that, any number that had that system
Or that cool ride (Yeah)
You know that'd make your whole day
Just bein' able to get up and go
To this day, I just like to ride
Lot of thoughts come to mind (Ooh-wee, oh, oh, ooh)
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
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