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Nas album done....just got lost for a while 
Albums Nas - The Lost Tapes 2 (Discussion Thread)
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Bruh I swore this shyt was something from 15-20 years ago until he mentioned TMZ
that beat gives those vibes
The art of it is... The lyrics, flow and production are all on the same level of insaneness. These are exactly the type of Nas verse's I love hearing. The flow, the griminess.... It like he's letting people know that no one can go on that level.
u mad son?
All Star
I've heard who are you before... I can't remember where from tho? LIG left over?
Who's hating? this is a complete 180 from when NASIR dropped... this is getting alotta good reviews from here to Twitter etc.
Rapmastermind
Superstar
The Production
The Bars
The Flow
The Emotions
The Sequencing
Lost Freestyle lettin the beat ride out (That sample damn)
RZA time warping me back to 95 with both beats
Pharrell with the banger
Trying to figure out the years each song came out like a puzzle
I must say...Swizz delivered and coming off "Echo" too.
Pete Rock brought me back damn.
Prodigy gone...it still hurts.
The References
The Biggie homages
The Samples
No ID with the closer
7 Mac 11's = It Never Ends, ALC damn.
Gonna be a Hot summerAlways for the Art of it yall....
This the best NAS album i've heard since God'Son
(Good Life and Distant Relatives was dope too btw)Legit 12 dope ass tracks outta 16
C-Styles
Superstar
This the best NAS album i've heard since God'Son
Legit 12 dope ass tracks outta 16
Nah breh you gotta rate "Life is Good" a little higher than that. That album is solid and a 4.5 mics
That Vernon Family beat
Nah breh you gotta rate "Life is Good" a little higher than that. That album is solid and a 4.5 mics
not for me.. Life is Good is dope, but too chatty patty for my taste... This is vintage Nas...
[Verse 1: Nas]
Heard you got your master's, did college up
Never looked back, now that's what's happening
And it's good to see you made it out the hood
With a degree, a true man with passion
Now you could enter the so-called
"White Man's Society" and go right past them
Looking in the Wall Street Journal for your face
But it's always absent
There he go, that's him eating flan and ambrosia
Watch on his arm, golden, laughin'
Try to get his attention
But he's flinching, guess my grimy clothes threw him off, so I mention
We were neighbors some time ago
He was kinda cold, in this restaurant
Full of his kind and more
He sighed, tried to look surprised, I know
His side of the city where he resides, so
I had to go
I heard him laugh hard at some sad black jokes
Hate so-called "intellectuals"
No balls, he suggests we vote
He stand all proud, speaking to correct his folks
He want to lecture folks
'Cause he professional and he suggest that we don't sell dope
And I guess it's true, but who the fukk are you?
[Verse 2: Nas]
I'm Idi Amin, Marcus Garvey, H. Rap Brown
I'm Muhammad Ali, I'm Reginald Lewis
George Washington Carver, I'm Nas with incredible music
Let's do it, thinking of a master plan
Sipping on disaster, smoking on gangster
Watching nikkas argue, chillin' on my barstool
With my Hell Up in Harlem hat in hand
With a girl named Pat, she more than a waitress
To order your drink with
She divorced a banker and bought the bar
She got an automobile, she gives an order to kill
You get caught and robbed
We could see your walk is off, you could lose your rhythm
When you outta the gutter for a while
You easily go to soft from hard
Now we all about hustlers, number runners
Hoes and sharks and we all know the code of the block
And you talking some gibberish, anti-nikka shyt
'Cause you marched back with Rosa Parks
Brother don't start, go build your Noah's Ark
You could float to the end of the world
And pretend what you not, but I know what you are
While I roll in my car, and I'm spending my knot
While my enemies plot, you ain't out of the shot
Matter of fact, you're an easier target
And I respect everything you accomplished
But I hope I never get old and talk that nonsense
So who the fukk are you?
Who Are you isn't getting enough attention
Heard you got your master's, did college up
Never looked back, now that's what's happening
And it's good to see you made it out the hood
With a degree, a true man with passion
Now you could enter the so-called
"White Man's Society" and go right past them
Looking in the Wall Street Journal for your face
But it's always absent
There he go, that's him eating flan and ambrosia
Watch on his arm, golden, laughin'
Try to get his attention
But he's flinching, guess my grimy clothes threw him off, so I mention
We were neighbors some time ago
He was kinda cold, in this restaurant
Full of his kind and more
He sighed, tried to look surprised, I know
His side of the city where he resides, so
I had to go
I heard him laugh hard at some sad black jokes
Hate so-called "intellectuals"
No balls, he suggests we vote
He stand all proud, speaking to correct his folks
He want to lecture folks
'Cause he professional and he suggest that we don't sell dope
And I guess it's true, but who the fukk are you?
[Verse 2: Nas]
I'm Idi Amin, Marcus Garvey, H. Rap Brown
I'm Muhammad Ali, I'm Reginald Lewis
George Washington Carver, I'm Nas with incredible music
Let's do it, thinking of a master plan
Sipping on disaster, smoking on gangster
Watching nikkas argue, chillin' on my barstool
With my Hell Up in Harlem hat in hand
With a girl named Pat, she more than a waitress
To order your drink with
She divorced a banker and bought the bar
She got an automobile, she gives an order to kill
You get caught and robbed
We could see your walk is off, you could lose your rhythm
When you outta the gutter for a while
You easily go to soft from hard
Now we all about hustlers, number runners
Hoes and sharks and we all know the code of the block
And you talking some gibberish, anti-nikka shyt
'Cause you marched back with Rosa Parks
Brother don't start, go build your Noah's Ark
You could float to the end of the world
And pretend what you not, but I know what you are
While I roll in my car, and I'm spending my knot
While my enemies plot, you ain't out of the shot
Matter of fact, you're an easier target
And I respect everything you accomplished
But I hope I never get old and talk that nonsense
So who the fukk are you?
Who Are you isn't getting enough attention
C-Styles
Superstar
Oh sh*t! didn't even realize he put "You mean the world to me", finally we get a mixed version brehs! 
Prime Kanye production brehs
girl you mean the world to me
who cuttin onions
Prime Kanye production brehs
girl you mean the world to me
who cuttin onions
