. and **** ****** was riding wit it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said, "Nas, why's you trying it? My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning Forgetting Nas
the God of suckers and snitches? The economy Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe blew a death kiss to Fidel Castro He?d want me to spit this Only the strong survive, Nas
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on we superfly Made Gucci this shit, Louis too, suits and ties Player trophies, pray to Goldie Picture wax museums
Yeah, lace the nations don't have it, a hatred addict I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around or I'm wastin? fabric I don't feel greater till my
Uh, Lord, Lord Jah What I'm gonna do? Uh, Lord, Lord Jah Shit is all true Mmm, fried chicken, fly vixen Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
It is absolutely silly and unproductive To have a funeral for the word nigger when the actions continue We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers
They say we N I double G E R We are much more, still we choose to ignore the obvious Man, this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before
No revolutionary gets old Or so I'm told You're left full of bullet-holes When you tell the people go free Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to
And though it seems heaven sent We ain't ready to have a black president And though it seems heaven sent We ain't ready to have a black president Yes
We use the word everyday Now, if we don?t know the capacity of this word Are we having a conflict or not? Yes sir Because we did not break down the capacity
Where there?s life there is water We depend on mama nature There?s a message for tomorrow Everythin? connects to you Some say soon it will be over You
watchin' They say I'm all about murder-murder and kill-kill But what about Grindhouse and Kill Bill? What about Cheney and Halliburton? The backdoor deals on oil fields How's Nas
him how he got here Momma was just having fun with someone above her years Niggas is still hatin?, talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming, he rather
Wanna dedicate this joint right here To Johnason, Jackson, and George Jackson Peace to those brothers Wanna shout out, my man Sherm, the worm 80 years
In America, you'll never be free Middle finger's up, fuck the police Damn, can a nigga just breathe, breathe? Bravehearts, still QB's Finest Grinding
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