Albums Nas - The Lost Tapes 2 (Discussion Thread)

[qnsfinest]

Dope, dope album. After listening it to it twice with no disturbance.

Obviously it’s better than Nasir just with 2 plays. I don’t think it’s better than LIG yet, which I think was a 4.5 mic album.

Tanasia is absolutely perfect, I actually wish this beat went to Ghost during Supreme Clientele era. Not saying nas ain’t kill it, but prime Ghost would of destroyed this beat vs today Nas.

I can’t wait to hear this multiple more times tonight.

 

[choc_cardigan]

You mean the world to me need a video


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[reserved_one]

Man....Queensbridge Politics is

I knew Prodigy would be mentioned but I wasn't expecting it to be heartfelt tribute to him. You can tell Nas took his death hard.

 

[Edub]

Queens Wolf tho....

 

[Roxx the King]

i have no complaints after my first listen. this is really fukking good. and al jerrau sounds way better in context of the album.

 

[Loose]

Cornball shyttake Twitter, big business c00n ass such a sell out. Can't believe he used to post here.

 

[Edub]

[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

 

[Neuromancer]

QB politics was somber as fukk

 

[Deltron]

first impressions after 1 spin...



i like no bad energy's haunting beat...Swizz

RZA on Tanasia & Highly Favored


Who You Are is smooth

War Against Love

Both Pete joints ... P


Alch joint

joint


great ending w/ the No ID one



Nas still potent as ever...the GOAT

gotta give it more spins but off rip...

might be early contender for Aoty

 

[Billy Ocean]

Only tracks I'm skipping on future listens right now is Jarreau and Who Are You.

 

[Edub]

weirdo troll

Nikkas ain’t hearin it

 

[Apollo Kid]

 

[Billy Ocean]

Nikkas ain’t hearin it

That fat fukk just looking for attention. nikkas like him are the reason I don't really do the social media thing. Way too many attention seeking fakkits trolling and just straight up dumb nikkas.

 

[WavyHair ChippedTeeth]

Been Revaughn for a minute now and she’s on this shyt loooooool.

Anyway, really felling this so far man. Letting it breathe though in comparing it to other Nas projects. I like it. Will play this all weekend!

 

[spliz]

[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

Yea my guy was buggin for leavin that off Untitled.