I GOT IT GOIN' ON, EVEN FLIP A MORNING SONG
EVERY AFTERNOON, I KICK HALF THE TUNE
AND IN THE DARKNESS I'M HEARTLESS LIKE WHEN THE NARC'S HIT
WORD TO MARCUS GARVEY, I HARDLY SPARKED IT
‘CAUSE WHEN I BLAST THE HERB, THAT'S MY WORD
I BE SLAYIN' THEM FAST, DOIN' THIS THAT AND THE THIRD
BUT CHILL, PASS THE ANDRE, AND LET'S SLAY
I BAG BITCHES UP AT JOHN JAY AND HIT A MATINEE
PUTTIN' HITS ON 5-0
‘CAUSE WHEN IT'S MY TIME TO GO, I WAIT FOR GOD WITH THE .44
AND BITERS CAN'T COME NEAR
AND YO, GO TO HELL TO THE FOUL COP WHO SHOT GARCIA
I WON'T PLANT SEEDS, DON'T NEED AN EXTRA MOUTH I CAN'T FEED
THAT'S EXTRA PHILLIE CHANGE, MORE CASH FOR DAMP WEED
THIS GOES OUT TO MANHATTAN, THE ISLAND OF STATEN
BROOKLYN AND QUEENS IS LIVIN' FAT AND
THE BOOGIE DOWN, ENOUGH PROPS, ENOUGH CLOUT
ILL WILL, REST IN PEACE, YO I'M OUT
I GOT IT GOIN' ON, EVEN FLIP A MORNING SONG
10/10
nas sucks
10/10
high smokin' so much lye, i saw dead birds flying through a broken sky
Another fucking idiot
10/10
not even the best from illmatic, what are you posting
10/10
gtfoh with this nigger shit.
It's like dat, you know it's like dat
I got it hemmed now you never get the mic back
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
Not even a single nigger? Wow.
Yeah
I never brag how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret
I rock a vest prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus
In a Lex watching Kathie Lee and Regis
My actions are one with the seasons
A TEC squeezing executioner
Winter time I rock a fur
Mega popular center of attraction
Climaxing, my bitches, they be laughing
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini
Flipping mad pies, low price
I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
lmao BASED
might be why his career's been over since the early 2000's
I agree with the pic except you need to swap mf doom and nas. Mf doom is an uppity overrated nigger. At least Nas knows he is a hoodrat nigger and doesn't put on airs like mf doom does.
This was an edit of one that an user posted a while back, I didn't list the first three.
Glad i saw this thread at 2am op is not a fag confirmed
The song he did with Kool G Rap is the best Nas song.
Fight me
Illmatic his only good album, but it was that good he's still a legend.
Cringiest fucking album ever.
He has like three good songs.
Some more Nas lyrics:
"You blame your own shortcomings on sex and race, the mafia, homosexuals and all the Jews. It’s hogwash point of views, stereotypical, antisemitic like the foul words Gibson spewed. And it’s pathetic"
Nigger bullshit. Fuck this fuckin' retard, go listen to how this stupid motherfucker talks when he's not reciting his little lines, he's a joke.
Sometimes I wish I had three different faces
I'm going to court for three cases in three places
One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn
The way things is looking I'ma see central bookings
Facing 3, 3 to 9 is mad time
After re-concurrence for assault 2-9
I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain
Can lead to a motherfucking suicide thang
And plus my probation, a ill violation
How the fuck did I get in this tight situation?
I'm going all out you know moves I never fake
And fuck the Jake, they can catch me at my wake
And if I die burn a bag of blade
Put the light in the air sometimes I just don't care
Son I got plans, power movements, get on some rude shit
I keep living like this, I might lose it
My man is coming home from doing long ass bids
What up Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids
It's all strange; my niggas locked down thinking long range
And see their names in the Daily News third page
They sent a kite to my nigga Killa
It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer
A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bin
Reclined, and still came home with a shine
>yikes
stupid s.o.y. Cuck
10/10 MCs act like they don't know
Kool G Rap
it was written was better
While I was on tour, whore, you went to work
Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt
You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
Where was you at, ho? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm'
That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?
You crab bitch, chickenhead ho, eating heros
I'm the first nigga that had you watching flicks by DeNiro
You gained crazy points, baby, just being with God
Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard
I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing
You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifesting
You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all
I fucked you while you was bleeding, held you down in malls
Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength
You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranqued
But you had to fuck this lobster-head ass nigga
I shoulda slapped him but the Gods said chill
That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab
I'm wondering how many times your hot ass got stabbed
You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains
Your clientele is low ho, catch you next show
>people took these lyrics as an invitation to participate in nigger culture instead of a warning against it
I'll never understand how this happened
Orientalism, fascination with the "other" in our society
Ambition's to distribute coke
Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes
But I'm again broke
This shit ain't cut for me, other dealers they up their orders
Barely at 62 they already up they quotas
They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal
Picturin' piping out the seats of a Pathfinder
Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
Illegal entrepreneur I got my grades there
Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair
I would be Ivy League if America played fair
Poor excuse and so I was
Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love
Evil the secret life of G's
You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams
Good production on this album.
I think it's time for you to learn there are other boards on the internet than Jow Forums. This has literally nothing to do with this board.
Nas absolute legend!
Illmatic based as fuck
Fuck this faggot ass nigger shit.
this, heavily overrated artist