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SplizThaDon
Nas is just pure art and poetry sometimes man.They both have quotables and life lessons, painting vivid pictures. It might come down to preference and what mood you're in. What I will say tho is not many people can capture human nature like Nas
And now the projects is talkin' that somebody-gotta-die shyt
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
A glass of 'Zé make a man Cassius Clay
Also, overall his music is more mature than Jay Z even though I prefer Jay sometimes depending on my mood. Jay Z only began to make Nas type music in his middle age and up hundreds of millions
My skin is a art gallery, right, with paintings of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
But since I tasted paper it started losin' the friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor
How could I tease them with Benzes and feel no remorse?
Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'
Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones
Let my cash invest in stock
Came a long way from blastin' TEC's on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin' acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes givin' fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my 9 spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth? Can't take it with you under this earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise — thug or die
Makin' choices that determine my future under the sky
To rob, steal or kill, I'm wonderin' why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
It's little shyt like that where in the midst of flossing and enjoying the trappings of luxury he has moments of self reflection
"I'm like a farmer, planting words, people are seeds,
My truth is the soil, help u grow like trees,
May the children come in all colors, change like leaves,
But hold before u, one of those, prophetic emcees with blunted flows,
700 souls in me, each channeling, from past and present times, heaven shines, light on those, curious to how the world goes,
Some men become murderers, and some girls become hoes, and you've accounted for, everything that u heard,
Don't speak to Fools, they scorn the wisdom of ur words, my heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies, Ghetto Prisoners rise..."
