Streets Disciple Evaluation and Discussion Thread

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I was spinning Streets Disciple today in it's entirety and I was straight up reminded why this album specifically made me a hardcore Nas fan. I've seen posters on this board refer to this album as WORSE than Nastradmus which I just can't for the life of me understand the reasoning. This album, along with God's Son, is probably the zenith of GROWN MAN Hip Hop. THIS is the type of album that, in my opinion, Jay-Z stumbled making when he dropped Kingdom Come. This album encompasses the entirety of Nas as a human being. Strengths, faults, insecurities, weaknesses, his feelings on relationships, politics, marriage, his child, his parents, his idols, his enemies, he left NOTHING out. You got a little bit of Nasty Nas the street poet, Escobar The flashy Don, God's Son the wizened Warrior, and Nastradamus the Prophet of Hip Hop. As we wish one of the greatest writers that this genre has ever introduced, let us re-evaluate what has become one of his most controversial, devisive, and polarizing projects...

Disc 1

1). Intro- The album's Genesis starts with Nasir Jones (The Man) speaking to an unknown and unvoiced companion. He apologizes for being late, explaining that it was his night of parental duties to watch his daughter. He continues on to the let the silent companion know that he is indeed aware that "they know we talkin." He laments aloud wondering why "they can't leave us alone." It is at this point that Nas pledges undying loyalty to his companion, remarking "You know I'm always going to stand up for you, and I'll know you'll stand up for me too." Right here it is my interpretation that Nas is speaking to the personification of Hip Hop itself. Two years before he would declare the artform "Dead", he was attempting to console, comfort, and defend this genre of music which he has been in musical relationship with since the age of 17. This is his attempt to let Hip Hop (and Everybody) know that through the ups and downs, he's sticking by the genre, and that no matter what critics would say about his attempts at mainstream success ("Critics bug and say Nastradamus just wasn't one of my hardest/ Sold over a Mill Regardleas") Nor how enemies would attempt assassinate his character ("Is it Oochie Wally Wally or is it One Mic?/ Is It Black Girl Lost or Shorty Owe You Ice?") His relationship with Hip Hop remains pure and unspoiled. He concludes his diatribe with a fiery call for Hip Hop and it's artists to "Study, stay strong, Don't Cry no more. Get ready, get prepared, this is prophecy! God is with Us........."

2). Message To The Feds, Sincerely We The People- "I walk the blocks like whatever God, my message to y'all Feds/ Who desperate to arrest us/ Young benevolent hard heads/Abercrombie and Fitch/Rockin Wrist glistening marksmen/ Hitchcock of Hip Hop since Big-PAC departed"*
So begins the opening track to Nasir's magnum opus. Here we can clearly see that Nas is blending together the views of project street life as seen through the eyes of the Fiery Street Poet, as well as the vivid imagery of the Wizened God's Son. Nas refers to himself as the "Hitchcock of Hip Hop since Big-PAC departed", Alfred Hitchcock of course, is the famed film director who pioneered the use of a camera made to move in a way that mimics a person's gaze, forcing viewers to engage in a form of voyeurism. Through Nas's own gaze, we see clearly and vividly the violence, the desolation, and the struggle of the ghetto, in a manner that only two other MC'S (Notorious BIG and Tupac) had the talents to bring to life so descriptively.



A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them up. We never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we see
Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams
Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and children
It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings
But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' stand just watch you die
I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand -- come on let's ride
A message to those who killeA message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them up
We never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we see
Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams
Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and children
It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings
But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' stand just watch you die
I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand -- come on let's ride
A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ
The same regime, what God has built you never can break
What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
You devils will run back into the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations"

Here Nas shifts from Street Poet/ Wizened OG to Fiery Warrior/Prophet. Here he is condemning the regime responsible for the conditions of black poverty and drug, murdered Jesus The Christ of Nazereth, and raped the Congo (Africa) of it's riches while slaughtering innocent women and children by the milions. Nas is foreseeing that no matter how much power or wealth is attained, thi regime of evil will in fact end up right back "Into the caves you came from". He is saying that when this day comes, be tomorrow or a lifetime from now, that justice will be served and every race will share in that which belongs to all.

03). Nazereth Savage- "I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubble gum/Plus they ass lick summer house, be sipping rum"/ This is Nas at his nastiest, a man who at his most savage, desires carnal pleasure and sexual fulfillment. However, there is more to this scenario that meets the eye.

"In my ashtray, smoke signals from the haze
I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke
That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off
The infrastructure caves in, amazin'
I ain't have to read The Art of War to slay men"

After his escapade with his bad chicks, Nas lazily sits in a couch smoking, while musing that the cloud of smoke broken compares to his single-handed victory against Jay-Z and Roc-A-Fella. Nas is saying slyly that the entire crew was in fact "weak" and that by popping the lone "strong link off" in Jay-Z that the entire label caved in, leading to Jay-Z's retirement that year in 04 and the break up of the entire Roc-A-Fella label. Nas foresaw all of this in early 2001, when, BEFORE Ether, he threatened to "Rip the FREEWAY, shoot threw MEMPHIS with Money bags/ stop in Philly order cheese steaks and eat BEANS fast/ Bring it back up top and remove the FAKE King of New York". Jay-Z did not heed his warning and instead chose to battle. Nas muses how amazing it was to bring down an entire label and that it proved so easy he didn't even need to read the art of war to prepare for slaughter.

"Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine
I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen
Gave you chumps a path to walk, hold my hand
I'ma guide you like the OG, but don't talk, don't get it confused
'Cause none'a y'all can fit in my shoes
Y'all made of chemicals, artificial actions
God'll forgive you b*stards
Only if you repent to the Nazareth Savage"

This again, is Nas reminiscing on the trials and tribulations he faced in his early career before his supposed "resurgence". His commercial success at the times of It Was Wriiten, I Am, and Nastradamus were seen as "selling out" by some critics and fans. He was metaphorically crucified (as seen in Hate Me Now) for not being what everybody else expected him of being. In the chase for money and riches he bore the brunt of the criticism and flagellations so that now the rappers of today can freely enjoy that which he himself was so criticized for wanting. He is acknowledging his role as teacher and instructor to this newer generation, however giving a warning that he is NOT to be questioned, for these MC's despite their popularity, are not his equal.

"Son's backward flows, they say mine is very scary
Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies
And all of y'all wear that same aroma
How to blow on your eighth LP, I'll show ya
You're wack *****, face it
In the history of the game, you have no placement
Liquor and weed just massacred their mind, or thee celebrity
Or they couldn't change with time, so now they run they mouth
But when the sun go south, them comes come out
My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin
Casualty you don't wanna be, don't want it with me Straight Savage"


This entire verse again, is Nasty Nas at his most vicious. Angry and ready for war, fully prepared to rip you a new one should you displease him. This is considered a subliminal diss at rapper Snoop Doggy Dog, who infamously made mention of the legendary showdown that took place in central Park between members of Deathrow and Tupac's Outlawz entourage and Nas and his Braveheart entourage from Queensbridge. Snoop made negative remarks about Nas, intimating that Tupac punked Nas to his face in front of his whole crew. Here Nas is in turn, questioning Snoops relevancy to Hip Hop, calling him outright "wack" *and supposing that for Snoop to even THINK that Nas would get "punked" publicly by ANYONE that the liquor and weed must've gone to his mind.*

04- American Way (Featuring Kelis)-Say what you will about the beat not being the greatest (produced by Q-tip) or Nas's former Wifey's "Unique" voice giving a certain annoying cadence to the hook. Nas is on FIRE with the verses. Spitting fiery lyrics on the politics of the time period (late 2004) and skeptically questioning the reasons and motivations behind why exactly so many MC's have decided that now is the time to focus on political climate.

"Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars
Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue?
I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew
What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
You ain't got the ghetto with you
Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse
Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about
The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect
Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh
We ain't got no choices who to choose
Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices
And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites"



A big focus of the election year was The importance of the "black vote" and how everybody voting could influence change for the better. Anti-bush sentiments were supposedly at an all-time high during this period amongst minorities. Rappers like Puff Daddy were championing the "Vote or Die" campaign, while Nas sees it for what it really is, namely a bunch of PC capital hill bullchit. Voting for presidency is voting for which leader will be the lesser of two evils, "Satan Vs. Satan" as neither candidate truly had the wellbeing of the black community in his overall plans. Nas is also pointing out that with so many rappers willing to shuck and jive on the "illuminated political" tip, just ten years before hand, Tipper Gore started the "Parents Music Resource Center" with the express purpose of censoring hip hop music. On Ice-T's 1991 song "Cop Killer" Tipper Gore had this to say

"Ice-T's financial success cannot excuse the vileness of his message [...] Hitler's anti-Semitism sold in Nazi Germany. That didn't make it right"

Comparing a rapper whose song speaks on the very REAL issue of police brutality throughout the history of the African American community, name checking the (at the time recent) beating of Rodney King, to a man who enslaved and murdered millions of people because of their religious beliefs, THIS was politicians view on rappers years beforehand. Nas is challenging the status quo and asking exactly, "what's changed since then?" why now do they need rappers to "influence" the black youth to vote? The message of our music can be censored, but our image and influence can be used. In Nas's own words "They Some Hypocrites"*


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These Are Our Heroes- Without a doubt THE most controversial song of the album's 25 tracks. Nas once again combines the Nastiness of the no-holds-barred street poet, who says whatever is on his mind and the Wizened warrior with sharp yet poignant words for those who the media would have portrayed as heroes of the black community.


Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
But there's somethin' they don't say
Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay
From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
First he played his life cool just like Michael
Now he rock ice too just like I do
Yo, you can't do better than that?
The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?
Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back
Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake ***** you
You turn around then you **** on Shaq
Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes
He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
But you let them use you as an example
They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full"


Kobe Bryant? Tiger Woods? Mo'Nique? *THESE are our heroes? The man who with all his fame and riches decided to go after the "hotel Clerk who
*adjust the bathroom mats" and caught a rape charge for it. The man who*
wouldn't even own up to BEING BLACK and silently allowed news*
commentators to suggest he should be "lynched". The woman who was the*
star of one of the most stereotypically unfunny black sitcoms of all time.*
THESE are who the media would have us believe to be our representatives.*
Nas however how has another answer.

Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it
Huh, and in the end we all got dikked
These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
Sellin they peoples out - some real folks with clout
Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them
Nicky Giovanni poetical black female
Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
Fela to Miriam Makeba
The mirror says you are the next American leader
So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records
These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records
Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC
But next year, who knows what we'll see?

Again, Nas is questioning the sincerity of the "conscious" movement that took place briefly during the election year, while making sure to name drop those leaders of the African American community who SHOULD be looked at as role model and idols even though they don't dunk, put birdies, act, or ****. THESE are our TRUE HEROES.

06). Disciple- Escobar Seasons returns! Nas is hungry on this track, boastful, triumphant, untouchable. Nas glorifies his Escobar persona and reminds exactly why he's one of the unprecedented lyricists in the history of the Genre...

"Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine
Nas Is Like, Love Undying, Money's My *****
In Thugz Mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly ****
Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camelback-riders
Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles, money, jewelry want me to come
Get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history
Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me"

Far be it, for Nas to illustrate who he IS as to also educate you on who he AIN'T..

"This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty
Pain, power, ***** and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me
Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte-Cristo
Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though
My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas do not look back"
Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats
Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin'
What the **** is that, freestyle"

Esco's hear representing the streets. Sure he's a kingpin of rap, a Don of Hip Hop, and a King of Lyricism, but his message is always delivered to the environment from which he was birthed, Queensbridge housing projects. This isn't the braggadocio hustler rap of arch-nemesis Jay-Z, the Flashy Suit rocking Executive Swag of Diddy, or the Slick produced bad-guy posturing of Curtis Jackson. This is raw and uncut. hip hop at it's finest. Nas also has some sharp words for naysayers, a subliminal jab at Jigga, and an answer for those who question his "African History Raps"

"Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence
If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it
Then dress warm for the cemetery climate
When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror
See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer
Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you
Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie
Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar
While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that
Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs
All the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion?
Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness
Hell yeah, awareness is my alias
Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest"


The first part is an answer to Jigga's thinly veiled taunts to Nas regarding the chorus to "Made You Look"

They shootin', but nobody dying
Somebody better put somebody body
On somebody iron, sometime soon, or somebody lying - dissing Nas

The second could be heard as an all-encompassing shot back at the Dipset "Kufi Smacking" threats as well as shots at Jigga for the "Cause a Niccca wear a Kufi it don't mean that he bright" lyrics. Nas is stating that he, in fact, wears his black pride as a symbol authority and illumination. He does indulge in African History and speaks about it in his rhymes, and will continue to do so.

07). Sekou Story- Nas goes into storytelling mode. With the first of a two part story detailing the rise and fall of hustler kingpin Sekou and his Wife (rapped by guest feature "Scarlett") check the imagery Nas creates with his words.

Uh, I knew a few pharmacists, **** frozen
They kept pneumonias on their arms and wrists
The main dude, Sekou, face look hard as ****
Remember like yesterday, they were the kings of ecstacy
Kept sellin' it, he blends in everywhere, has a mixed heritage
*****es let him hit on the reg', waterbed seats in his car
All red ferari, Florida where we met at a redlight
Homeboy bumpin' my old ****
They wildin' with some freaks from the islands
piled in behind him, limosine, Benz
He shouted, "Nas, roll with us"
I'm bored so I followed him
Nikki Beach, here's where the scene begins
He put me on to Don, nice ass with a set of mean twins
Had a pocket full of cash, Sekou wasn't lettin' me spend
I was there for the weekend, packed and prepared for anything
Then he brings me to his castle in Coconut Grove
War stories about dudes both of us know
Never heard drunken words spoken so slow
A year go by, the ***** was fly
Prada shoes, a lotta jewelry, stayed high
Got a call, he's in N.Y
Needs a couple of G's 'til tomorrow, I dips by
for a season where he's at
Greets me with a smile, told him "Here keep that"
Next week got a call from his wife
Said somebody done took son life"

Who gets more detailed than Nasir? Nobody thats who

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08). Live Now- Part 2 of the Sekou saga has Nas exploring themes of death and the reflection of life through the voice of one on her death bed. Scarlett waxes poetic on her life, remembering with both fondess and regret her life's path that lead her to such an early demise.

Need more brothers like you in the hood, would have wifed you if I could
But the white cells in my blood were no good
Said I had it ten years, but I was just a carrier
I thought, "Me a victim?", could never be my character
It's ill Se' passed the way he did, didn't know how to tell him
Just happy it didn't get in our kid
But all the things I did was the flyest, experiences were priceless
Remember days of diamond cuts
Nugget rings, clubs in Queens, Jetta cars
Used to love them things, Barbados, Belize
I stayed over seas, shopping sprees, credit cards
Pockets of Gs, left the hood, phattest cribs
To platinum from silver, came back, *****es calling me the black Liz Taylor
Imagine that, Rob me? My ***** would kill ya, they knew the rules
All the planes I flew, *****z I ran through
Lot of unprotected sex, don't know where it came from
Grimy *****z, rich *****z, damn it ain't a game son
From the Cayman Islands to the Virgin Islands
Gucci suitcases (coughs), a chic did it, eff the screw faces
Critics and fans, they need to get a life
You doin' the right thing, settle down, get a wife now
I grew with you so you know you make me proud
And most of all you gotta live now"

The entire story concludes a cautionary tale about the often glamourized life of hustling. How many wind up like Sekou? Dead from a bullet wound by some random foe. How many wind up like Scarlett? Sick and decaying, on a hospital bed her life wasted by bad choices and even worse sexual partners. Nas tells this story in a manner in which only Nas can, tragic, poignant, creative, and vivid.

09). Rest Of My Life- Over a somber, melancholy beat, with Amerie's breathy, haunting vocals in the background, Nas gives you a chilling, unflinching look at the projects that shaped so much of what and who he is. This track is solely Nasty Nas the street poet, giving you a look at Ghetto life that ain't so fabulous.


"My man gave his mommy coke
So she wouldn't hit the block all crazy for the smoke
DAMN *****, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms
so she don't have to bone for DIMES?
Or give dome for nicks' in the roofs of the projects
where dogs **** and PISS
Yeah, we all plan to get rich but it's all about how it's executed
Lexus coup-ed, brigettes from cubics
Mighta been stupid, but I got far from twenty-six BARS
To ten LP's, what can him tell me? Of them? Of y'all?
I'M NAS, on a track that's unorthodox
Like my life coulda been offed by THE COPS
Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up for sale
About the rest"


10). Just A Moment (featuring Quan)- This song resonates on so many levels. From the beautiful, melancholy production, Quan's soulful harmonizing, and the heartfelt message of the hook, this is truly a classic song. Nasty and Quan do justice to the "ballad for the fallen Soldier" theme with passionate lyrics that convey both a sense of the pain of profound loss and the sincerity of their prayers.

Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds
To clients all over the world, got little Black girls dyin'
And can we please pour some more liquors?
For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my *****z
Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan
It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on
Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets
And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest
And can we please have a moment of truth?
For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
And families back home who pray they make it home safe
Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles
This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you
Let's take a Moment"

Again, Nas, practicing what he preaches and that's "blackness". In the year before Kanye West would rap about how "Little is known of Sierre Leone/ and how it connects to the Diamonds we own/" Nas was already there. Speaking about the cruelty that is the Diamond trade in Africa and how it destroys the lives of millions while we as African Americans kill each other over the same thing right here in America. Whether it's a child rebel soldier in Africa, or a
stick up kid in the projects, the greed for flashy jewelry and public displays of
wealth continue to be a poison that infects the black populace. The second bolded portion is relevant not only to myself as an American soldier away on deployment, but also the thousands of other soldiers deployed and fighting in the VERY REAL war that's going on. Whether that war is a true battle against "terrorism" and "oppression" or another in a long line of wars designed to fill the pockets of "The Regime" who sits back and watches the troops die as they fill their Cuban tobacco pipes We truly don't know. What I DO know however is that there is NOT a soldier who at some point of being away from their family and loved ones for months on end, takes just a moment to ask their God to see them though the periods of strife and frustration, so that they may be reunited with their loved ones.....

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11). Reason- Nas again, deconstructs Ghetto existence through the eyes of the children of a lessor God. Three verses dealing with the violence, betrayal, and torment of a lifestyle that routinely goes un-documented. Tipper Gore wanted to speak out against the "violence and negativity" of rap music and how it could "have devastating influence on the youth". What Mrs. Gore failed to realize however is that hip hop is byproduct of the influence of the ENVIRONMENT. In the same way that reporting the news cannot be blamed for " negative impacts on the youth" neither can Hip Hop be blamed for that which Nas saw and experienced, after all, he, like so many other disadvantaged youths are only products of the forgotten street corners that Tipper Gore wouldn't DREAM of walking across

"By the time of age nine I'm already decidin'
If I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin'
Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one
But by then them hoods woulda pushed their way in our apartment
And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects
Watchin' them older *****z pass pot and they high man
I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me"

Nas also speaks to the breakdown of the black family. A mother who spends more time Nannying someone else's children for pennies while her own children starve. No father figure present to provide any form of stability and guidance, his fate is left unknown, yet often wondered upon by his abandoned family.


"Uh, picture a Black nanny and a baby in a basket pushin' down 5th Ave
She never had it, it's not hers to begin with
She gives it breakfast, baths and dinners
Treats it so tender while her own kids live alone at home with no phone on
Ain't had a good meal in so long, but so long as mommy's a maid
Cookin' and cleanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin'
Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have you seen him?
I could imagine them askin', what type of human be-ing
Could leave his family, go back to the Carribean?
Was he locked up, shot up, does he have freedom?
Mom said wipe your tears, keep readin'
But daddy's somewhere, spirit broken, feelin' defeated
A man feels he has to conquer all
The world is his oyster, his pearl so y'all know"


12). Y'all know My Style (bonus)- Nas, over Jam Master Jay's classic break, gets his Oochie Wally on right quick. Who says Poetic Street Prophets don't like to boogey too every now and then? Nas is straight up looking for something to drink and something to fukk, and who the hell can blame him, after 11 tracks waxing philosophic, defending hip hop from those who would exploit it for I'll-gotten gain, calling out wack rappers, dissing said wack rappers, explaining how ill he truly is, explaining how ill his adversaries are NOT, talking politics, and describing in sometimes gruesome and vividly depressing detail the ways of the streets, it's time to kick back and chill.


"cup of hen, cup of Goose, cup of crist
White chain, colored watch on the wrist
Switch lanes in monster whips ominious*
Specially dressed guess who, it's Nas obvious
Step to bars we just ordered dark liquors,
Clear liquors are y'all *****s S-E-X
Yes we get respect, it eclectic messages
Left our brains straight into a female's estrogen
She feels electric, her breasts she touching em
Wet between her legs from this thug seduction"

Nas is still a man of the flesh, as we are all. It isn't and has NEVER been "Oochie Wally OR One Mic" it's been "Oochie Wally Wally AND One Mic" because Nas as a man seeks the best of both worlds. A world in which women are appreciated for the intelligent beings they are, where Corretta Scott King is Mayor of the cities AND women like going downtown. Because a woman who respects herself and is intelligent can STILL sexually fulfill her man. A woman doesnt have to be a hoe to be sexual nor does she need be prudish to be intellectual. That's the beauty of life.

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skimmed thru the posts, but so far I C/S all of what I saw...there is nothing wrong with this album, I fukking love it too...people just need something to latch onto when it comes to trying to stain Nas' legacy, sure he didn't have the greatest beats...but Nas spit so much on this album, its crazy

now I gotta take the time and read all of this lol, nice work man
 

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I like Nastradamus more then Streets Disciple but both them were good albums, Nas never dropped a wack album.

If SD was cut down to one album with a bonus deluxe disc it would been a borderline classic
 

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The Production was boring as fukk for the most part. Condensed into one album disc this would have been pretty dope. But the production was stale. Concepts tracks were flat and missed the mark. (Making of a perfect bytch, getting married, c00n Picnic). Disciple would have been dope with a nice beat IMO. First disc was flames. 2nd disc was weak.

Great tracks

Message to the Feds
Naz Savage
Sekou/story
Live Now
Remember The Times
Thiefs Theme
War
Suicide Bounce
 

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would've been a classic if they made it a single disc

my version of SD on the ipod is a classic, removed these tracks :youngsabo:

American Way
These Are Our Heroes
UBR - good concept, not so good execution
Makings of a Perfect bytch
Getting Married
No One Else In The Room :gag:
 

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I remember defending this album when its first came out. Going out my face, saying this double disc belongs with Wu, Big, and Pac's. But, listening back to it, I realized it was too long and insipid at times. If, only Nas had trimmed some of those songs off.

I don't get why the original Kool G. Rap "Disciple" beat was replaced.

The Making of a Perfect bytch song was dope when he started naming the different famous women personal traits.

The sequence was weird. Thief Theme seemed to fit better as the last song on disc one, and You Know My Style would have ended perfect on disc two.

The funniest part of this album is hearing how much Nas was in love with Kelis. :pachaha:
 

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album is great.. but.. God Son was already done...


same problem with every album after....aside untitled.
 

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would've been a classic if they made it a single disc

my version of SD on the ipod is a classic, removed these tracks :youngsabo:

American Way
These Are Our Heroes
UBR - good concept, not so good execution
Makings of a Perfect bytch
Getting Married
No One Else In The Room :gag:

this is what i did..SD was ok
should have been just one disk.
 
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