Official Nas Thread
- Thread starter Ronald
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I was telling this dude on IG the other day when these young cats review Nas, they call him the goat. If Nas got the radio play he deserves, the younger crowd would appreciate him even more.
HNIC973
R.I.P Bandana P
One for the money, two for p*ssy and foreign cars
Three for Alizé, nikkas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God, check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama
For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petro, dramatic, automatic .44, I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm vexed, so
My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
Judges hangin' nikkas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say, "Peace"
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat; that nikka's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
fukk, rap is real! Watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes, 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
Timeless most of all
Greatest
Of
All
Time
Three for Alizé, nikkas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God, check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama
For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petro, dramatic, automatic .44, I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm vexed, so
My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
Judges hangin' nikkas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say, "Peace"
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat; that nikka's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
fukk, rap is real! Watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes, 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
Timeless most of all
Greatest
Of
All
Time
HNIC973
R.I.P Bandana P
I've been pushing Ahmad to review LT1
. I got a feeling he going to love it. He's a big fan of street poet Nas LT1 is probably the best display of that in 1 album
Alexander Wiggin
All Star
Too bad he didn't do the bonus tracks
HNIC973
R.I.P Bandana P
Doing them individually
Discipline
Pro
spliz
SplizThaDon
Lookin back nikkas REALLY ain’t appreciate how much Nas was blackin out in this era. Son was spittin crazy. Matter fact Nas buzz was crazy tho even Nicki had the nikka in her music video tonguing her down and bragging on the internet bout it. lol.
